The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-06-14

one OF us who has FOUND that 1t is more
easy to dream of great achievements
than to accomplish them. She is not
the only one who, at the first shock,
has shrieked and tumbled down before
adverse fate.
But Eunice Higgins was not the one
to wither away before calamity Not
long did she lie there; but as short a
time as it was, when she lifted her head
her man confronted her. He was very
small man, indeed, not more than seven
years old, and small at that, very good
looking and we'll clothed, although eX-
ceedingly dishevelled and uncomfortable
in appearance.
How came you here, under my
bed ?"
This was the first question, but it was
repeated before he answered, with droop-
ing head and glances
five runned away"
Run away from where p''
"From our folks"
Who is your folks ~
Father"
Here the dialogue terminated sudden
ly. Eunice Higgins becoming suddenly
conscious that night gown and night
cap was not the proper raiment in
which to entertain even so small man.
Out in the pleasant sitting room, be-
meath the warm light of kerosene gleam-
ing through rose geraniums, and the
keener light of Eunice Higgins eyes,
the inqiusition was continued. From
which these facts were CLEANED: That
the boy, Johnny Dale, had been so tried
with his father, because he wouldn't let
him go to circus, that he had run
away. 1t was early in the morning, he
said, and he had got ride with team
ster, and had rode with him till after
noon, so he must have come some
distance. After the teamster had stop
ped he had walked on, and coming to
her door in the twilight, he thought he
would ask her for supper, but there was
no one in; Miss Higgins had gone ga
piece" with her visitors. But the tea
table stood there, laden with good
things; he had helped himself gener-
ously, and then, as he heard her step
suddenly outside, guilt, which makes
towards of us all, drove him into the
bedroom, and, as the step came nearer
and nearer, under the bed His unusual
fatigue had overpowered him, and he
had fallen asleep, and was awakened
only by her scream as she discovered
him.
Miss Higgins had found the man she
had been looking for for thirty years,
but now the question arose, what was
she to do with himl AS he had no
designs upon her property or her life,
she could not lecture him therefor. And
as his courage arose, he displayed
pretty-a very pretty-face, surmounted
by a mass of white curls, in which shone
two hens feathers. Miss Higgins was
very neat, but where is the feathered
bed that will not occasionally shed
few tears, dry tears happily falling over
memories of former nights
Miss Higgins good sense, backed by
her good heart, taught her that what
u
and bed. But in the morning the
question again vexed her. What was
she to do with her man-should she
advertise him :? Again she questioned
him in the sun lighted dining room at
his excellent breakfast
Whereabouts do your folks live-in
what place ?''
He looked up mildly at her, with a
large piece of peach pie midway between
his plate and his mouth, and answered
obediently:
sour folks house."
"Who is your folks ?"
" Father"
The allies were called in; the stiffiy-
starched inquest sat On Miss Higgins
man. The additional result of their
questioning being that the father
of Miss Higgins man belonged to that
corrupt and shameless sect-widowers
Miss Higgins trembled.