The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-01-21
A PUZZLED LANDLORD.

blew furiously, promised to be the great
est within the memory of the oft-quoted
oldest inhabitant.
OF course the railroads were all block
ed up, but none quite so badly as the
one upon which our hero, MIR. Richard
Toodeman, had started for his home In
Millikinville.
He had taken the express train for
W. at four o'clock that afternoon,
and at ten o'clock that evening the train
had come to dead stop opposite the
village of Umbagog, just at the entrances
to a long, deep cut that was packed full
of snow, and had got to be shoveed out,
as no engine could force its way through
it.
AS this would necessitate a delay of
several hours, the majority of the pas
sengers left the train and went to the
hotel in the village, where they took
supper, and those who were not in too
great hurry to reach their various
destinations engaged rooms for the
night.
AIuODR luG iutCt WaS Jul hOlOf WINS
shortly after supper, bade the agreeable
young widow, whose acquaintance he
had made on the cars, Having occupied
| the same seat with her,-good night, and
retired to the apartment that had been
assigned him.
Now, if the reader supposes that our
mutual friend, Dick Toodleman, was in
love with the charming widow, why, all
| l can say is, that the reader don't know
anything about Mr.. Toodleman or his
affairs for the fact is, our hero was
terribly in love with another woman.
Her name was Adelaide Tirrell, and
only daughter of her father, who, by
| the way, was widower and rich, oh!
| so rich
| Miss Tirrell was extravagantly fond of
our Dick. She lavished her young af-
fections upon him as freely as those old
Greeks and Trojans used to pour their
wine around in their libations to the
gods.
This was as it should be. l like to
see young woman affectionate; but
Mr.. Tirrell wasn't of my way of think
ing. He didn't love Dick Toodleman
any to speak of, and he objected very
strongly to his daughter entwining her
affections around the image of any
young man who didn't suit him. That
was the way with old Mr.. Tirrell and
very bad way it was 1 think, don't
you, my lovely reader2
Perhaps you didn't know that Dick
was lawyer Well, he was, and a
first-rate lawyer too, although he. hadn't
great many clients. He was too young
to have very extended reputation es-
tablished, and also too young to have
made "a very great fortune; and it was
principally on account of his lack of
fortune that Mr.. Tirrell so strongly OBJ
jected to him for a s0n-in-law.
Dick had been living in Millikinville
about five years at this time, and for the
last three years he had been entirely de-
devoted to the pretty Adelaide.
Her father didn't pay much attention
to Dicks frequent visits to his house at
first, and when he did begin to suspect
what the young fellow was up to it was
too late. She loved him and you know,
ma'am, that when young woman does
get to loving a fellow, one might as
well try to quench fire with kerosene
as to smother her love by any contriv-
ance yet invented.
But Mr.. Tirrell held very different
opinion in regard to these matters. He
tried the old way. He went to Mr..
Toodleman and told him that his daugh-
! ter was not for him.
mo, Richard Toodleman,a said he,
"you can't take any stock I'm this fami-
| ly, not if know myself; and conse-
| quently you will oblige me by discon-
tinuing your visits to my house. When
/ do want you, I'll send for you" And
with that, the old gentleman hustled
out of the office, and went home to give
his daughter lecture upon the same
subject.
The lovers met clandestinely after
that, as lovers generally do under such
circumstances and although they saw
no possibility of the paternal Tirrell re-
lenting, they continued to love each
other as fondly as ever, and lived on
in the hope of something turning up to
their advantage.
AS to the charming young widow (she