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


"I'll be darned, old lady, If L don't
keep clear Of the whole raft of you 70
"Old |" exclaimed the Mortified Mrs.
Lendersdale, taking the boy by the col
lar and commencing to shake him.
You little brute how dare youY 2"
Then she suddenly remembered her
long-suffering dignity, relaxed her grasp
and fioated down stairs as gracefully as
her two hundred pounds avoirdupois
would allow.
Ike followed, hut in passing stepped
upon Johns toes, and whispered with
an insolent sneer:
You'll never lam me again, YOU gut
ter-snipe. I'll pay you off some day
yet!'
Then, as Mrs. Landersdale turned, the
sneaklng, villanous expression left his
face, and bright smile came in its
stead.
Vernon, are you comingp'
Yes, ma'am. I'll hurry. Oh ! am I
going to ride in that beautiful crimson
carriage? How good and sweet YOU
are!"
Martha and John watched through
the steaming window the footman, all
in gray livery and brass buttons, de-
scend from his perch and open the
door for their Ike. Yes, and Ike sank
back in the crimson cushions beside
Mrs. Landersdale as If he was to the
manner born, and never even gave one
glance up at the heart-broken mother.
who was leaning out of the window now
that she might catch last glimpse of
the flying wheels and shining horses.
"Poor darling! |" she sighed, as her
tears fell hot and fast into the wash-tub.
How sweet he looked with those blue
eyes and golden curls all wrapped up in
the robes 1 pray God he may be hap
py, and that his poor mothers heart
won't break.'
The tears blinded her again, and she
left the clothes in the suds, leaned her
head upon the table and gave full vent
to her grief.
sunny day In May, with a spring
freshness in the air. Central Pork wore
a gala aspect this Saturday afternoon,
and John Fielding, as he danced about
the Geological Garden, feed the deer with
peanuts and made faces at the mon
keys, wore as happy a face as any of the
delicate little scions of aristocracy out
taking their constitutionals with their
nurses.
There was no envy in his heart as he
gave these favorites of Fortune passing
glance now and then. He curled his
lip contemptuously as he met boys of
his own age with long curls, peevish
voices, and puny limbs.
"What a precious set ~ he unused
" they are SO pretty, it's pity they are
not girls. Jingo if there don't go a
regular beauty, though Why, it's a
little angel, guess.''
The little creature who had attracted
his attention was dressed in the height
of fashion. Her white embroidered
skirts barely touched her knees, and her
her tiny feet were encased in the most
impossible-looking kid boots. Her long
yellow hair, caught by ribbon, fell
over her blue sash, and the large hazel
eyes were upturned to her companion
a pleasant-looking gentleman of thirty
or thereabouts.
80 uncle do look at this sweet little
deer. Can't feed him some candy ?"
Her uncle smiled indulgently down
upon the pretty vision. His dark eyes,
long side-whiskers, and exquisite toilet
made pleasant exterior; but the weak
mouth, half hidden by tawny mus
tache, and low, slightly receding fore
head, betokened to shrewd observer a
lack of firmness, and morality that
might give way under the strain of great
temptation.
No, Maudie; l wouldn't venture
too near the animals. Come up with
me, pet, and see the swans then you
can run round, while L smoke this
cigar.'
She left rather reluctantly, and watch
ed our hero half enviously as he patted
timid-looking fawn upon the head.
"Oh, look, look, uncle The dear lit
tie toad isn't bit afraid of that boy
He looks like kind, good boy mayn't
speak to him Y'
" No, no, child: what would auntie