The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-01-07
NEW BLOOMFIELD, PA. TUESDAY JANUARY T. 1877

long emDrOiuere0 enuS 10 ner SnOuluerS.
Though nearly fifty years of age, Mrs.
Burkhardt can yet be captivating when
she chooses and it must be owned that
she sometimes chooses of late. These
lingering signs of lavender, and black
embroideries are all that is left of her
widows weeds. Mr.. Burkhardt has
been three years dead.
1t would seem that the lady was ex-
pecting some one; for after looking out
while, she dropped the curtain, and
began walking the room, glancing from
the windows whenever she passed them,
and keeping close lookout on the av-
enue. Even the anger and excitement
which is evidently quivering in every
nerve of her form gives her a more
youthful look, by chasing away that
languor which ever comes with years.
AT length, after she had paced the
room impatiently for nearly half an
hour, she paused and listened, for there
was faint sound of light wheels in the
avenue; and in few minutes glitter
ing little top.buggy drawn by beauti-
full bay was driven up to the steps, and
a gentleman alighted and tossed the
reins into the hands of colored ser
want, who had come Immediately for
ward on hearing him.
Looking at this gentleman as he as
cends the steps with prompt but unhur-
ried feet, we may recognize the flight of
ten years since we last saw him. 1t is
Doctor Eugene Thayer but not the
bridegroom smiling at his brides crown
of cherry blossoms, nor the kind young
doctor taking his little orphan charge to
the convent. The man looks his full
forty years, and you can see they have
not been forty years of play. Ten
years of severe study and of faithful
practice in the science of fighting dis
ease and death in the myriad forms
which they assume to attack the citadel
of life will leave their mark and Doc
tor Thayer has had other wearing influ-
ence at work on him beside this profess
siOnal wear and tear. But there are few
persons who would look on him with
less pleasure now than ten years ago.
The face is thin; but 1t is the thinness
of the finely wrought statue, and not
one ignoble tool has cut its line there
A young person may have physical
beauty but q refined mind requires
time to imprint its higher beauty on the
features. Ten years ago, the expression
of the Doctors face, when in repose,
was thoughtful; now it has added mel
ancholy to thoughtfulness. No ray OF
brightness has gone from his eyes; but
they are, perhaps, more steady and less
flashing. His whole manner has chang
ed, except that prompt way which is
essential, and feature of mind as well
as of body. There is less play of ex-
preston; the smile is slow to come; the
manner is more reserved and cold
though gentle, the words are few. To in
innate friends, or the rare persons who
suit him, he can unbend, and be as easy
as and more charming than ever; but
the Doctors patients and ordinary ac.
| quaintances stand little In awe of him.
Careless rings of dark hair curl about his
forehead, and his beard is all shaven ex.
cept long mustache, beloved Of the la.
dies, who never weary of the way In
which it turns back 80 as to hide the
composed mouth, yet at the ends droopt
in a silken tress below the chin. Thi.
mustache is the doctors only sign o
dandyism, unless his exquisite neat
ness may be classed under that head
GA frequent bath and clean linen ar
indispensable to physician, /" he woul,
say: and he acted on his maxim.
Servants appeared as if by magic a
the Hall. One never had to ring a bel
there OH approaching. An obsequiou
quadroon rose from the earth, as it were
as you drove up the steps, his hand ex
tended to take the reins from yours tn
doors opened as you approached them
it was as II your unspoken wishes wer
audible to the dwellers there. One wa
not without an uncomfortable feelin
that privacy was impossible at the Hal
and that any minute, however iGoppol
tune, dusky-faced afrite might start u
at ones elbow. One of these noiseles
beings appeared just inside the ope
door as Doctor Thayer entered, anC
bowing low, informed him that Mr.,
Burkhardt was in the sunset room, 8
named on account of beautiful pain
ing of an italian sunset which adorne
the walls. There he found the lady, al
sorbed, apparently, in examining ros'
Metals tn rough n microscope