The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-12-06

many bitter heartache She did not
mention it, however. He took her to
her home, and sent his trap away, as
she wished him to examine and deter
mine the full extent of the dogs injuries.
He was introduced to the aged grand
mother, who took quite fancy to him
by reason of having been at school
goodness knows how many years pre-
viously-with his great-aunt. She, too,
mentioned Hamilton, of Glenbarry, and
mentioned him, moreover, in q way
which did not show that any large
amount of love was lost between them.
''He does not always behave very re-
spectfully to grandmamma," Mary con-
fided to him in an undertone. "He
calls her 'old lady, and she can't bear
it,"
"Confounded cad' thought Mr..
Cornerstone.
They found upon examination that
Fluff was not very much the worse for
his accident; and little Miss Stewart was
comforted beyond measure when the
young Cuirassier assured her that when
the bruises had passed off he would be
all right again.
But of course he called next day to ask
after Fluff and ascertain If Miss Stewart
had recovered from her fright. He was
remarkably attentive to the old lady,
and won her heart as easily as he did
that of her granddaughter. For some
months this kind of thing continued.
Edward Cornerstone grew more and
more happy; but the little Mary faded
somewhat, dropped as does a floweret
for want of water and sunshine. Some
times she frightened him, she looked so
pale, so wan and fragile; then again
she would brighten when he appeared
and throw him into fresh transports of
love and happiness; and so this pretty
play went on until it was played out;
for one fine morning in June the crash
came. He had gone in for half an hour,
because he knew Mrs. Stewart would
not be visible so early in the day. Mary
looked SO bright and fresh that the young
soldier was tempted to take her in his
arms and kiss her, calling her by every
fond and endearing name he could think
of, telling her over and over again how
he loved, how very, very dearly he loved
her, his little Scottish lassie, and good
deal more in the same strain. And
Mary, what of her2 She never drew
back, never whispered the faintest hint
of that secret which lay between her
and him-the secret which once or twice
he had almost stumbled upon. No, she
clung to him with an almost despair
ing passion which made him feel uneasy
in spite of his happiness, and she twin
ed her soft arms around his throat, and
cried incredulously
"Do you really love me, Eddie ?''
Really, my darling" he answered.
And then she broke from the clasp of
his loving arms almost impatiently,
though the love light still shone in her
azure eyes, the dimpling smiles still
played about her tender mouth.
81 shall try on your cap" she an
nounced coquettishly; then stuck the
golden bordered cap on the side of her
head, and, turning from the glass, look
ed at him with passionate love filling her
blue eyes-love which she had caught
from his. The sound of carriage stop
ping without caused her to turn her
head and when she looked at him again
the smiles had frozen on her sweet
mouth, and a nameless horror had taken
the place of the tender light which q
moment before was shining in her
eyes.
"Oh, my darling, what is itY" the
young soldier cried, in sudden alright.
ut is Hamilton, of Glenbarry," she
answered in hoarse whisper.
"What is he to you ?n Cornerstone
cried, passionately.
''He is my
"Your whatY For Gods sake, speak
and let me know the worstl" he said
fiercely.
"He will be my husband" she an
swered, in voice almost inaudible.
With almost brutal roughness, Cother-
stone thrust her away from him, caught
up his cap and gloves, and strode out of
the house, where he had spent such
blissful hours, and where, alas, he had
had such bitter blow, and he never
saw her again.
The following day came piteous
note Of explanation how her father had
wished 1t; howshe had given Hamilton
the promise to please her father when