The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-04-08

Madame Tournay's footman came to
the work-bell In red worsted jacket
and cotton handkerchief tied about his
ambrosial curls.
" Pears to me you're uncommon early
this morning. said John.
Yes," said Katie, trembling lest
John should read In her face the secret
of her mission. I" want to finish some
thing that should have been done last
night.'
There's no fire in the workroom
yet"
No matter-it will soon be lighted. :"
And Katie ran up stairs TO the deserted
room, where clippings of silk and
worsted lay on the floor, and chairs still
stood around the workable just where
they had been occupied the night be-
fore.
Mrs. Wharton's dress lay on the pile
of finished work, and it was but the ac-
tion of an instant to slip the ten-dollar
bill back into its place beneath the en-
broidered handkerchief.
Then she drew a long breath of relief.
1t was as if some heavy burden had
been lifted from her overburdened
shoulders.
can breathe more freely now -
she murmured. "Oh, Father never
before understood the full force of my
daily prayer, Lead us not into tempta-
ton"
Ten years had passed away, and you
would not have known Katie Selwin in
the fair presence of Mrs. st. George
Katie had made what the world calls
"good match" Mr.. st. George had
seen the pretty seamstress at bis sisters
house one night, and had fallen in love
with and married her. So, from want
and penury, Katie stepped into luxu-
rious home, and husbands warm, true
heart.
II can't tell what has become of that
money" said Mrs. ST George, as she
sat warming one velvet slippered foot
before the fire. 81 left it on the dress
ing-bureau this morning of that am
certain, and the children have not been
at home to scatter things around"
6 know where it is, Mamma" said
Jamie, a bright little boy of eight years
old. "Was it two bills ?"
Yes-what do you know of 1t, my
boy 20
" saw Norah hiding something away
under her work-box up stairs, and
was curious to see what it was, man.
ma, so went and looked, after she had
gone down stairs, and there was five
and two-dollar bill, all folded up"
Jamie is Mistaken" said Mr.. st.
George. " Norah is the very soul of
honesty"
" Yes, but Bruce" said his wife, in a
low, earnest tone, she might be the
soul of honesty, but, in moment of
temptation-''
She stopped short. Norah herself had
entered the room with feather duster
in her hand.
She was good-looking young Irish
girl of sixteen or seventeen, with large
violet eyes, jet-black hair, and cheeks
where the soft crimson glowed through
a slightly freckled surface.
4" l thought you rang, ma 'am,' said
Norah, with her eyes fixed on the floor,
and tell-tale flush on her forehead.
Mrs. St. George fixed her clear glance
on the girls face.
No, Norah, you thought no such
thing" she said. "Go down stairs -
this is no time to say what wish"
Norab retired, but she did not go down
stairs, according to Mrs. st. Georges
orders. She crept up stairs to her own
room, trembling so that she could hard
y walk. For Norah, from the adioin-
ng room, had heard the whole CONVEX
sation, and knew that this her first theft
was discovered.
Sure, what will she do with me--it's
N jail I'll be put; and Uncle Patrick
and mother never'll hold up their heads
again. Oh, what did 1 take the money
or? Sure, wish was dead and at
rest in the old graveyard in the County
Kerry. It's the laudanum / got for the
that'll save 'em from the dis
grace, and"
The vial was close at her tremulous
ips when there was a soft rustic of silk
skirts in the room and a light hand was
aid upon the nurse-girl's arm.
"Norah, stop"
The laudanum bottle fell from Norah's
band-she uttered a slight