The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-12-07

pends-for instance, bright day, and q
bit of blue sky.
Even the less patient of the two
young ladies could not be insensible to
the beauty of the weather, and gradu-
ally, as she looked from the window of
the cab, her face cleared, and she half
forgot the disappointment she had ex-
perienced in not seeing her intended
husband on the platform. Every mo-
ment the cab drew nearer its destination
and every moment the thought of sur
prising her lover increasingly overcame
the vexation which she had borne with
so little patience.
"He did not get my letter." she said,
at last. " He does not expect me. How
happy he will be when 1 break in upon
him !"
The vehicle had now reached Drury
Lane, whence it diverged into some
curious, tortuous streets, and finally,
came out near the Strand, and stopped
before the gate of one of those curious
old squares, or inns, which are being so
rapidly swept out of London.
Margaret had leaped from the cab
almost before it stopped, and at once
ran to the porter's lodge for these
strange old inns are all guarded by a
porter, who is a kind of civilized spy
upon those who live in the place, and
upon all that goes on within its bound
aries. These inns being closed by
gate, it is necessary to ring the porter
up in order to enter during the night.
Margaret rang second time before
the porter could answer; and, upon his
appearance, she reproached him with
his sloth as she ran past, leaving Ellen
and the porter to see to the cabman and
the luggage.
She ran up the staircase, and reaching
the first floor, loudly used the knocker
on the outside of the door on the land
ing.
No answer was given.
Again she knocked, but no reply was
given.
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the chambers.
GAS thought" she said to herself.
He has gone to meet me, and we have
crossed each other on the road"
She turned, went down stairs, and at
once questioned the porter.
"Has Mr.. Forbes gone out?" she
asked.
"Not, miss, that know of; haven't
seen him this morning"
Perhaps you didn't open the gate.
Did he leave any message on quitting
the inn ?"
"But, miss, he has not left the inn
at ALL"
"Then, why did he not answer my
knock 2"
Perhaps you didn't knock loud
enough. Shall try, miss ~
Certainly"
The two ladies and the porter now
together assembled to the floor occupied
by Mr.. Forbes. Margaret herself knock
ed. There could be no doubt about the
loudness of the summons. But no an
swer was given.
"It's very odd,'' said the porter, "for
l know Mr.. Forbes was expecting you,
MISS"
"Ha! then he did get my letter."
Yesterday"
He must be at the station" said
Miss Fotheringay. Shall drive back
and see?"
"Do."
A minute afterwards, Ellen had found
phenomenon-a London night-cab,
with horse in it that was capable of
galloping.
Margaret tried to be patient, but she
refused to take seat in the porter's
lodge. She began walking round the
enclosure made by the four lines of
houses which were the boundaries OF
the inn, every moment turning her
head to look at the blind-looking win
dows of the chambers in which her
lover, soon to be her husband, resided.
Suddenly, she could endure patiently
no longer, she turned upon the porter's
lodge, called the man out, and ordered
him to break open the door OF Mr..
Forbes chambers.
There's locksmith near miss shall
go for him If we break open the
door, we shall make so much noise that
the whole inn will be woke up"
Yes, go directly"
She waited at the gate of the inn,
intently watching in the direction taken