The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-04-20
A WoMAN'S REVENGE.
A Doctors story.

was not large village; but being only
about five miles from the important
seaport of Kinton, it could boast of a
good many somewhat pretentious village
residences. These were inhabited, some
by merchants of I<inton, who travelled
to and fro morning and evening; Others
by men who had ceased to take an
active part in business, and had retired
TO the country to enjoy well-earned
repose. To this latter class belonged
Mr. Charles Russell. To small inher-
tied competence he had added the saw
ings of a successful professional career,
and retiring TO Cottam, had bought u
small mansion on the outskirts Of the
village, called 1.-THE willows" "Wills,"
the country people got to calling it,
referring with vague idea of wit to the
proprietor's previous fame as a convey
ancer and maker of wills. Mr.. Russell
had never been married, but had adopt
ed the orphan daughter of his sister.
Ellen Saunders, at the time of my story,
was about twenty-one years of age.
IT was not until l had been two years
at Gotham that l was introduced to Mr..
Russell. During this time he had more
than once required professional attend
anoe, but had always sent for the family
doctor from Kinton. One day, however
aservant came in great haste for me to
go to the Willows; "for," said she,
"master has fallen and broken his Leg"
OF course L went Immediately; but for
tunately found matters not SO bad as
represented. Mr.. Russell had been walk
ing in the garden, as was his wont,
when he accidentally stepped sidewise
upon a stone, and his ankle twisting, he
fell heavily forward. The result was u
very bad sprain, aggravated by the age
and weight of the sufferer. l soon had
the boot cut off and applied the usual
remedies, and before left he was very
much easier. On my next visit he was
still better, but forbade him to use his
foot in any way. Day by day L called,
and each day found him improving,
although he chafed considerable at the
anu ilO uiiSScu Ills uSudl
walks. Gradually he began to talk of
other matters-politics, literature, etc.
L found him AN unusually well read
man, and as reading had always been
one of my chief delights, we got on very
well together. Mutual esteem quickly
ripened into mutual friendship, and at
length was invited to visit him one
evening-an invitation of which was
not slow to take advantage. When L
arrived, found him sitting in an easy
chair, with his foot on the leg rest, for
rs yet he was unable to get about. Be
side him was small chess table, with
the men all in their places.
II was just about" he observed, "to
have game of chess with my niece,
hut she has been called away for little
while. By-the-by, do you play 2"
A little," answered-the fact being
that chess used to be a very favorite
game of mine, but not having played for
years, / was somewhat doubtful of my
powers, and therefore answered eau
tiOusly: " A little-not much.n
you mind playing with me? 1t
would be quite charity, assure you,
for L am heartily weary of sitting here
al0nen
"IYill with pleasure" replied and
with that we commenced.
soon found that, good player as
was, he was slightly better; and at the
end of the evening he was two games
ahead. This put him in great good
humor, especially as his neice, who had
now Joined us, had witnessed the old
gentleman's victory.
"There is some satisfaction" he was
pleased to say, "in playing with you as
you are difficult to beat. / sometimes
play with Ellen here; but it is almost
like playing with the right hand against
the left, where all the schemes originate
IN the same mind. l know all her
moves almost before she takes them.
She always opens in the same way, and
hardly ever originates a fresh attack"
"Well, uncle dear, you cannot expect
me to be as deep as you are. You know
you often used to say: Girls never can
reason.'r
Hitherto l had hardly mentioned
Ellen Saunders, although 1 had often
seen her. Perhaps some of my readers
would like a full description of her, the
color of her hair and eyes, the shape O
her nose and ears. Ifso, am afraid ]
must disappoint them. really canno
describe her; and yet in my eyes sh'
was one of the most beautiful creatures
1 had ever seen. say in my eyes