The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-06-17
A Merited Disappointment.

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passengers again went on. The station,
for a moment crowded with railway
porters and lockers on, was soon de-
serted by all but two individuals. One
of them was an old man dressed In the
garb of well,to.do farmer; the other a
youth about FIVE and twenty, who SEEM
ed to be waiting for some one to come
out and meet him. TO this person the
old man presently addressed himself.
"May presume, sir" said he, to
inquire If you are Clement B ?"
"Yes, my good man." replied the
youth, with haughtiness of manner
land l have no doubt you are Mr..
Martin"
"At your service, sir" replied the
other.
Well, Mr.. Martini continued
Clement, in the same tone, 81 began
to imagine you intended to keep me
waiting. That would not have been the
best manner in which to insinuate your
self into my good graces."
The old man, instead of replying, let
his head fall upon his breast, as if in
deep affliction, and conducted the new
conner toward large old fashioned car
riage, to which a very rough-looking
horse was harnessed.
Here is your carriage, sir" said
Martin. :" If you will be good enough
to get in, 1 will have the honor of con-
ducting you to the Hermitage"
"That my carriage, sir 20 cried Glenn
ent "Why, L shall be taken for
travelling peddler.
But few days before, Mr.. Clement
B., who now put on so many fine airs,
was a simple clerk in crockery ware
house in Paris, and possessed the repu-
tation of being a quiet, unpretending
little fellow. What, then, had brought
about this sudden and radical transfor-
nation? ? He had become, since the
previous day, rich man, and it may be
well understood that the possessor of an
income of twenty thousand francs q
year finds it difficult to retain the
modest demeanor of poor clerk. On
the previous day, while dusting the
large piles of crockery under his charge,
a letter arrived for him by the post, con-
veying to him the startling intelligence
that one Of his uncles, of whom he had
often heard as an eccentric and wealthy
old man, but whom he had never seen,
had just died at his residence in Bur-
gundy, leaving his nephew, Clement,
sole heir to his estates, to the exclusion
of many other heirs.
The letter was from notary in the
province, who desired him to leave Paris
Immediately for Joigny, the town near
which this uncle had resided, where he
would be met by Mr.. Martin, an old
confidential servant of the deceased, and
conducted from the railroad to the
Hermitage" the name which the de-
ceased had given to the estate.
Almost driven out of his senses by
such an unexpected stroke of fortune,
Clement hastened to obey the notary
directions, and, on his arrival at Joigny,
Joined Martin, as we have seen.
On jolted the queer vehicle in which
our hero had so contemptuously taken
place, until, after a ride of several
miles, the occupants arrived at theii
destination. Martin offered the honors
of the Hermitage to the new proprietor
called all the servants and introduced
them to their future master, and ther
conducted the latter to his own apart
ments.
"This was the sleeping-Aamber O
your uncle" said Martin, as they en-
tered large apartment, furnished III
old-fashioned style. "It was in thi'
room that he had died, ten days ago."
But the nephew, instead of evincinl
any emotion upon being shown th'
chamer of his benefactor, threw upor
all around him a look of scorn ant
cried:
" Upon my word can't say L thinl
much of the old boys taste l neve
, saw anything so very ugly in all M.
life."
Notwithstanding, sir" replied Mar
tin, cit is the best we have here; and
if you cannot content yourself, reall,
don't know where you will find othe
lodgings"
:" I live here !" exclaimed the youn
man. "You do not imagine am sue
q donkey, hopel For us young fe
lows, you see, Paris is the only place