The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-11-22
A LITTLE ROMANCE.

her red lips parted, her whole attitude eX-
pressing her rapture, admiration and
awe.
She had never seen the sea before
Last night Miss Berangyr and her party
had arrived, during heavy rain storm,
and the darkness had been so intense
that even Doris eager eyes had not been
able to catch glimpse of the roaring,
restless waves to whose rhythm thunder
the girl had dropped to sleep, after her
duties were over.
She was little pretty dainty creature,
full of romance and idealism, and yet
she was only lady's maid-Maud Be-
rangyr's maid.
And not from necessity, either; but
because Doris would rather see life, and
have her girlish romance as Miss Be-
rangyr's maid, than to live her dull,
eventless life, at the little cottage in the
antiquated country village where Miss
Berangyr had picked her up-a life
whose chiefest events were the annual
apple-butter making or a decorous husk-
ing frolic in Judge Tampier's big barn.
A life full of pure, innocent sweetness
and wholesomeness, but which fretted
and chafed on Doris Warren's nervous
nature, until even John Tampier under
stood it would be better for Doris to have
her own way and go out into the beauti-
full world that to the girl seemed like
some fairy garden on whose threshold
her feet were gering-better for Doris
to go, even as Miss Berangyr's maid,
than to stay quietly and duly at the
country home, with the light daily dim
ming in her eyes and the footsteps hour
| ly losing their elastic tread.
So, not against Mr.. Tampier's counsel,
but actually with his advice, Doris had
accepted the position which Miss Beran-
| gyr offered, and, in almost an ecstacy of
! delight, had hidden Auntie Helen and
Uncle Robert good. by, and John Tam
| pier, who had loved butterfly Doris ever
since he could remember her at all, and
whom butterfly Doris had teased, ,scolded,
fascinated and snubbed ever since she
| could remember, and cared about him
as though he had been her big brother.
He was thoroughly good-one of those
rare, sweet-natured men, who know so
exactly how woman ought to be used,
and trusted her accordingly. He was
| grave, quiet, educated and thorough
gentleman in manner, breeding and by
birth.
He was the only son of we'll to- do
gray headed old gentleman farmer, whom
people had dubbed Judge" for reasons
doubtless difficult to explain.
But because he was not dashing and
dandyish, and as handsome as an impos-
sible hero in three-volume novel, this
silly butterfly Doris of mine, who was
so determined she was born to have a
romance, would have none of his atten-
tions or love.
1t had been a curious parting-Mr.
Tampier so grave and earnest; Doris so
sunny and eager to be off, and laughing
ly profuse in her promises to write. "Oh
yes, every mail, if he was so anxious
ten postal cards at one time if he pre-
ferred quantity to quality.
All that, had transpired some weeks
before this morning, when Doris stood
on the balcony of the Ocean House, talk
ing her first fill of the sublmity of Gods
grandest creation. Only six little weeks
spent at Saratoga, and
Doris thoughts of the sea were sweet
ly, passionately mingled with thoughts
of Barry Pelham. Six weeks ago she
had not known there existed such per-
son; to-day, the thought of him made
her eyes glow her cheeks flush, her heart
beat in sweet, ,undisciplined agitation.
He was the very handsomest man
Doris Warren had ever laid her pretty
black eyes upon. He was just of that
dashing, stylish carriage that attracted
the girls fancy.
He had been from the very first at
tracted by Doris. They had passed
each other on the drive, Mr.. Pelham in
barouche, lying back as leisurely and
gracefully as it was possible for any one
of the male gender to do, and pretty,
blooming Doris, i'll Miss Berangyr's car
riage for be it understood, Miss Beran-
gyr, was model mistress, who not only
thoroughly understood the "why and
wherefor" of her deft-handed maiden's
service with her, but also appreciated
and enjoyed it with Doris. And very
often, when Miss Berangyr had done
with her horses she told Doris she was
welcome to ride, and so they two had
met.
And few days later there came the
| daintiest imaginable note to Miss Doris