The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-11-02


he found many things to sigh over.
Uncle Mill had supplied his gentle,
thrifty wifes place with another spouse
"a stately, dignifed maiden lady he
had wooed and brought TO his home.
The village had much increased. A
large hotel had sprung up where Father
Jobs neat little cottage had stood
| Scarcely spot remained as in those
happy days when he and Ally wandered
through the forest.
TO do him justice he still remained
unchanged in his love for Ally-it was
true that he expected to find her far
distant from him in point of mental
culture, but then he comforted himself
with the anticipation of taking her to
a lovely italian home, and by patient
love-lessons soon making her suitable
companion. But no Alice was to be
found--the villagers had even forgotten
her, and he left the place with deeper,
heavier sadness than he had years be-
fore. Then hope danced merrily before
him-now the future contained no an
ticipations of O sweet wife, Alice and
home happiness. His uncle, who had
been his guardian, was bachelor, and
resided on large plantation at the
South. He and his nephew were very
much attached to each other, and to his
home did George repair, and 80 readily
did he fall into the solitary habits of his
uncle's bachelor life, that there seemed
little possibility of his heart ever own
ing another love-but who will answer
even for their own constancy
4 X u
{" L wish you would marry, George"
said his uncle one day after dinner.
They had just arrived in Washington,
in which they intended staying short
time during "the season." "a sweet
little wife," his uncle continued, "would
cheer up our lonely plantation. l won
der you have never married--handsome
wealthy, nothing to prevent YOU"
"Why, my dear uncle" exclaimed
George laughing, ''you should have set
me the example yourself why did you
never marry ?"
81 should have done SO, George" re-
piled his uncle sadly, "but the only
woman l ever loved died suddenly on
the eve of our marriage. Heighol had
she lived, / should not now be the
lonely creature l am. l visited my
friend Morton this morning, while you
were lazily resting after your journey
the one whose political course you so
much admire-he looked so happy-he
was stretched out on lounge reading,
while his daughter, a beautiful witch,
was singing and playing away merrily,
to cheer her old father-how wished
she belonged to me-and then thought
she would make such glorious wife for
YOU"
"What! Miss Mary Morton 20 ex-
claimed George, "why she is the ac-
knowledged belle of Washington, nay,
of every place, and she is noted for re-
jeeting every one-they accuse her of
possessing neither ambition nor heart.
Young Smiley bored me for an hour
this morning with her peerless charms
anu uACcOIupllSuLueuIS.
But George did not find himself so
bored when he met Miss Morton. He
found her indeed beautiful and accom-
plished, but at the same time there was
an air of frank cordiality in her greeting
that made him forget she was o belle
and stranger. Her bright eye danced
most roguishly as she retured his cere-
monious salutation, and noticed his
uncles gratified look.
He was soon her favored attendant.
She rode, drove, danced and waltzed
constantly with him, until every one
| pronounced it match. George was
deeply fascinated with her, but at the
same time felt keen remorse for his
bad faith to Ally, and a feeling of dis
satisfaction would come over him when
he caught himself contrasting his high
bred beautiful creature with the lowly
Ally Ray"
81 never could love but once" said
the belle one evening in brilliant cir
Gle, as one talked of love, and first and
second loves. "a fig for your second
loves-there is no such thing as second
love-" and she extended her hand to
George, with a strange look of mingled
confidence and mischief combined, as
the band struck up waltz-his brain
whirled as her soft breath played on his
cheek during the bewitching measure of
the music-he scarcely knew how he