The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-10-18

sophomore.
$50 would ] |" sang out half dozen
more around the breakfast.table.
He's sure of an invitation from the
old gent to call, another added.
Forsythe himself, however, took the
matter indlfferently. Miss Lindsey
was certainly very pretty girl, and the
pressing invitation her father had given
him to call on the family he did not by
any means intend to slight but his
heart had already been touched by
charming little creature, near home,
whose photograph he always kept at
hand. Walking back and forth In his
room while during the morning, he
stopped occasionally to look from the
window toward Mr.. Lindsley's house
in the distance, and wondered what she
was thinking about. Then, finally, took
down volume of " Pendennis" and
fell to reading it, instead of preparing
for recitation.
After about week, though, Forsythe
was seized by an ardent desire to find
out whether Miss Beatrice had quite re-
covered from the shock she had suffered,
and without hesitating any longer, he
walked boldly over to the distant house
and presented himself From that time
on his peace of mind was disturbed and
his tranquil spirit kept in flutter for
several months. In the midst of her
music, books, pictures, flowers, and
canary birds,s was really more charm
ing than he supposed while looking at
her in church or in the moonlight
Her tall, graceful figure showed to bet
ter advantage when rid of heavy out
door garments, and her wealth of am
Der colored hair was more beautiful
when not concealed by hat. Forsythe
discovered, also, that her complexion
was perfect, and that her blue eyes had
depth and fascination about them
which insisted on lurking in his men,
-ory.
"I hope you did not take cold, Mr..
Forsythe ?" she said, her face having
4mild expression of solicitude.
ooh no." he answered mot in the
Yeast. think the wetting did me good"
sit makes me tremble to recall the ac-
cident at all )" she said, flushing slight
Ay." "It was so dreadful"
Her cheeks were quite like a rose, he
thought, an hour afterward, in his room,
comparing her with the photograph al
ready mentioned. She had voice, too,
full of feeling, when she sang, he re-
,membered; and he meant to call again
as soon as politeness would permit him.
Indeed, before the winter passed For
sythe became frequent visitor to Mr..
Lindsley's and well acquainted with the
whole family. Their parlor was an ex-
ceedingly warm and cordial place; Mr..
Lindsley was hearty good-natured
man and Mrs. Lindsey was one of the
best little women in the world and
Miss Beatrice, he ventured to write his
mother, was an exquisite girl, whom he
felt quite sure she would be glad to
knew. Anxious Mrs. Forsythe, it chanc-
ed, however, took fright by her sons
repeated illusions to these new friends of
his, and eventually concluded it was
time she ought to be near him. He
might be falling in love with the young
lady, for all she knew, and running his
future prospects, she suggested to Mr..
Forsythe. Moreover, they had proba-
bly, found out as much as they could ever
hope to about their baby. Madam Loi-
,zeau was remembered in Bayonne to
have been bankers widow, who had
married again many years since and
gone away, perhaps to America, where
her husband belonged, That was all,
and any more vague information would
not repay them for running a risk with
Rupert.
So to his surprise, Forsythe received
word one day, when the completion of
the college year was near, that his pa
rents were on their way home, and that
his mother hoped to pass commence
ment week with him. He was quite
pleased, though, for he was very fond of
his mother and had missed her not
little. He made haste to make all sorts
of preparations to receive her; and the
Lindsleys, who were anticipating a
pleasant party on Beatrice's birthday,
which would come to pass at the begin
ming of the same week, asked him to let
them expect her also to be present with
him. This occasion lit turned out in the
end was the most memorable one Mrs.
Forsythe might ever expect to expe-
lrience, or the Lindsleys either, perhaps.
She saw Beatrice first in the glare of
The hall light, at the moment of arrival,