The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-12-13

pay such an exorbitant price for sim
pie name.
He took an Office further up town,
and moved his mother to nicer home.
Patients came pouring in different
class employed the rich DR.. Pomeroy
than those who had employed the poor
one.
Five years had passed away, and he
had gained reputation and added con-
siderable to his bank account. He had
been an indefatigable worker, and now
he felt that he needed rest for while.
1--WE will take trip to Europe,
mother" he said. at will do you more
good than you can imagine"
A great many gentle hearts felt pang
to see the "good doctor" leave, although
their endeavors to catch him had been
in vain. He felt no preference for the
opposite sex. He had recovered from
his disappointment, and he ceased to
remember that he was married man,
or to think kindly of the unknown
woman who hads so radically changed
his life
They travelled leisurely through the
tour they had marked out before they
started, and one night found them in a
French village. About the middle of
the night, the doctor was awakened by
some one tapping at his door and calling
for him to come out.
He did so. He found the landlord,
who told him, in broken English, that
one of his countrymen had just fallen
down stairs in fit, and seeing his name
registered M. D., they called him up.
He went into an elegantly furnished
room, where a man, some fifty years of
age, was lying in dying condition. A
young lady sat by the bed tanning him.
The doctor hastily examined the patient,
and found it was impossible for him to
live; but the day passed. and still an
other, before he drew his last breath.
He never recovered his consciousness.
The lady told DIR. Pom eroy that he
was her father. His name was Eugene
Snydenham, native of England, and
she would like to have him buried where
he died. They were travelling for the
benefit of her health, she went on to ex-
plain, and he was widower. Her only
remaining relative was young sister,
who had been educated in the Con vent
of the Sacred Heart of Paris.
After Mr.. Snydenham was buried,
Miss Snydenham went under the care of
the doctor and his mother, to Paris
She insisted on their taking up their
abode where she bad apartments, and
not day passed but she was with Mrs
Pomeroy. The old lady got war mly at
tached, and talked dolefully to her son
about the time when they should have
to be separated.
She told them confidentially not to
wonder that she did not mourn for her
father, for he had endeavored to wrong
her so deeply that it was not love that
held her to his side; and in all her life
she had never been so happy as now
that she was free.
DR.. Pomeroy watched her. At first he
was very gallant, but at last he began to
be reserved and cold. A feeling lie dared
not cherish was growing in his heart,
and it alarmed him greatly.
81 dare not love her," he muttered
to himself. 81 am bound"
Then, for the first time, he felt how
heavy were the fetters he had forged for
himself. She noticed the change. She
tried to beguile him to forget the grief
that was evidently wearing on him
and at last, in fit of desperation, he
told her all.
81 am married man !" he said, i'm
petuously. 81 love you, and yet am
not free to love-"
She recoiled, but she bade him tell her
all.
sit was cruel, unkind of her to bind
you so," she said
mo, mol" he calculated "She saved
me-she blessed me-and L shall always
respect her, but never did my bonds hurt
me until met you. Now / shall be
miserable forever.
"You may meet her."
improbable.
"But possible" she said, with sor-
rowful look. "I know your Ellen La
tour. She lives, and must give you
up"
"You know her ?''
"Yes; tomorrow will introduce you
to her. She is anxious to see you; she
knows you are here, and-she believed