The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-05-13

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Do not get heated, madam, beg
Ifyou only had the sense to see 1t,
keep your position in society for you,
and without me all your money couldn't
do 1t. Maudle has met with an accident
and of course will drive home with you.
This brave boy here has saved her life,
and he can get up with the coachman
and go with us. mean to give him
something for his carriage"
Mrs. Landersdale's eyes fell upon
John, who was striving to get out of
sight.
No, stree, Landersdale ! it shan't be
done. 1 told that boy more than year
ago to keep out of my sight; and If he's
sneaking around for my money, he
won't get none of 1t. He amt too good
to foot 1t home; and perhaps 1t will be
lesson to him in the future not to hang
onto the skirts of rich folks. I'll let
you know that this is my carriage, and
my money keeps it, Landersdale. You
can get in here Maud and, Verne,"
turning to dainty-looking bundle of
velvet half-hidden in the carriage wraps,
"you can set with johnson and drive
the horses home. 1 know that will
please you. Don't look at that boy, or 1
will not buy that velocipede promised
you"
Ross Landersdale felt absently in his
pockets, and looked yearningly toward
John; but perhaps a wholesome fear of
his wife restrained him from giving a
large sum, or caution may have whis-
pered that his months allowance was
already overdrawn. AT any rate he drew
out fifty-cent bill, and, flushing pain
fully, held it toward John.
" Here, boy am sorry for you, and
it is deuced hard that l can't do more;
but it is too much of an effort to oppose
the powers that be God bless you and
good-by."
John drew back from the proffered
gift, and, with his scornful gray eyes
fixed full upon Mrs. Landersdale face,
exclaimed
" No, sirl wouldn't take one cent of
that old she-bear's money, not if was
dying Keep your money, and give it
to beggar that needs it don't want
your stamps"
He was turning away with curled lip,
when Maudie, who had slipped from
her uncle's arms, ran toward him, and
caught him by the arm.
"Dear, good little boyl you shan't
go want you to come home with me
and ride my beautiful pony. hate that
Verne! He pinches me and pulls my
hair; but you won't, l know. He is
awful strong, but guess you could fight
him, couldn't you ,"
Eight him ? rather think so !"
with a contemptuous gaze up at Verne,
who was already seated beside johnson,
kicking that much-enduring lackey's
shins, and tickling his horses with the
long whip. I'D go for him, guess, if
he was bully enough to hurt one golden
hair of your pretty head !"
"Maud!'' shouted Mrs. Landersdale
from the carriage, :" come here this in
slant +! What dirty talk is that little
rough telling your Come here, say ~
"Well," exclaimed Maud, 81 am 60
ing to kiss you good-by, little boy, any
how"
Then standing on tip-toe, to Mrs.
Landersdale's horror, she pressed kiss
upon the boys brown cheek.
"And you must take this too; and
when get big, I'll give you lots and
lots of money. Uncle Ross says am
rich; F.; so her money didn't buy this, you
know"
She loosened tiny chain from her
throat, and placed a handsome blue lock-
ct in Johns hand.
"No, no, little one; mustn't take
1t is worth money"
But Maud had left him, and the car
riage was already rolling down Fifth
Avenue.
John ran after it for some distance,
then ceased his efforts, and wended his
way homeward, with the resolve to re-
turn the trinket should he ever meet
any of the Landersdale's again.
X Il
A summer haze over the blue waters
of the Hudson, and June warmth and
brightness in the air. Sail-boat and
steamer cut through the sparkling wa
ters, throwing the dashing spray far be-
hind, and the Vibbard" bore down
past Newburgh with holiday aspect
quite in contrast to the solemn.looking