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

of the simple yellow of the dragoon
He was not altogether easy in his
mind, that big bronzed soldier. He
knew that, in spite of his stern words,
he had treated Private Jones q great
deal too easily, else he would not have
sent the sergeant major away. 1t Is not
altogether usual for commanding officers
to talk to refractory soldiers as he had
talked to Private Jones, and yet
mo" he muttered, 81 couldn't be
hard on Mary's boy, who came and
looked at me with Mary's eyes, and
talked to me with Mary's soft tongue
Poor little Mary ~ and straightway his
thoughts flew back to the little scene
enacted ever so many years ago, and
which had been recalled so vividly to
his memory that afternoon,. scene of
which the principal incident was cher
ub's face under forage cap.
Naturally, before Edward lie Gendre
Cornerstone had obtained his regiment,
he had held the respective positions of
major, captain, lieutenant, and cornet.
Well, it was when he was only Cornet
Cornerstone, and but two-and-twenty
that he was foolish enough to fall in
love.
AT that time, the Cuirassiers were
quartered at Edinburg, and it was in
the modern Athens that he and his
Fate met. That was one-and-twenty
years before the opening of this story,
when Colonel Cotherstone was forty
three, a first-rate soldier, and, consider
ing all things, fairly popular, though
his officers, especially the subalterns,
quite believed in q theory, now many
years. standing, which declared him to
be minus several important internal
arrangements, one OF which was heart
the other being the bowels of compass
sion. He certainly was very hard
They all vowed he had not q single
soft spot in his whole composition, but
they were wrong A soft place he had
and the unruly lad with the cherub's
face had been lucky enough to find it
out.
AS 1 said before, Edward lie Gendre
| Cornerstone was two.and-twenty when
he fell in love for the first-and indeed,
the only-time. He was driving along
Prince's-street one afternoon, when
small Skye terrier managed to get itself
under his horses heels, and, in addition
to that,one of the wheels passed over it,
AT every period of his life Edward
Cotherstone had been as keen as hawk
is popularity supposed to he, and a vision
of golden haired girl dressed in black,
who uttered piteous cry, and put two
little black -gloved hands out to rescue
the little animal who was bowling
frightfully, caused him to pull up the
trap with ajerk, and jump down.
"Oh, am sorry he said, bending
over the little creature, now whining
piteously in its young mistress arms
81 am so grieved. l hope it is not much
hurt"
The girls blue eyes, half drowned as
they were in tears, flashed an indignant
glance at him.
"Wonldn't you be hurt" she asked
bluntly, pointing to the wheel as she
spoke, ''if that had gone right over
your body ?"
"What can do to help you ?" he
asked, wisely ignoring the question:
''Can drive you home 2"
81 live at Portobello," she answered,
helplessly.
'Please let me drive you there" he
urged. "Let me hold him whilst you
get in, and then I'll lay him ever so
carefully on your lap"
And SO he had his own way; that was
little popularity of Edward Cother-
stones. He took the dog from her with
the utmost tenderness and without ellie
iting a single cry and when she had
mounted into the high trap he restored
it to her gentle keeping. On the way
down to Portobello, he gathered
that the young lady's name was Stewart.
Mary Stewart, and that she lived with
her grandmother, who did not often 20
out. She told him, too, that she was
seventeen and that Fluff, the Injured
Skye, had been given to her by her
cousin Hamilton, of Glenbarry. She
also told him that her father had not
been dead many months, and that she
had been to both London and Paris. In
fact, she was SO veiy communicative,
that he thought he knew everything
there was to know about her but, not
withstandlng her apparent candor, there
was one trihing circumstance which had