The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-09-27

Mr.. CourtenayY 7 And such a store as
she sets on you Why, she says you're
perfect gentleman; and it was she as
Drilled the partridges for your supper
last night with her own hand. And
that reminds me-" concluded Mrs. Bow
ling, bustling up, "that I'd better be
seen' after dinner, now that these peas
are shelled"
turned from the open window, and
lay down on the old horse hair sofa fac
ing the picture. tried to read a news
paper, but the black eyes over the Chin
neypiece smiled down at me, and the
corners of the rich red lips curved down
ward in a sort of sarcastic mockery,
until dropped the paper and fell into
reverie, fancying that painted form
before me reality.
Who was it and was she still living
and unmarried2 Perhaps Dorkey
could tell me; and L resolved to seek
him out on the morrow.
Just as 1 made this resolve, the door
opened and Miss MANDY made her ap-
pearance on righting and dusting er-
rand.
suppressed my indignation on seeing
her wrap an old dusting rag" around
her broom, and with it daub and smear
over the face of my divinity above the
mantlepiece. fancied she did it with
a special spite toward the fresh lovliness
which, by contrast, rendered her own
scraggy form, sallow face, and deep-set,
dark -circled eyes yet more unattractive.
La, Mr.. Courtenay," she exclaimed,
turning and affecting to become aware
of my presence; who'd have expected
to find you shut up here? Reading p
Well, you are literary character; only
Pm afraid it amt good for you, if you
came to these parts for your health
The piney woods is powerful aid of the
lungs. You ought to walk about 'em-
more, and drink the tar-spring water
make pint of going to the tar-spring
every day or two, and won't object to
showing you the way for once, if you'd
choose to go along with me and little
black Prue. 1 take Prue along for want
of more congenial company" added
Miss Mandy, with pensive simper.
felt little startled. More than once
of late had fancied that Miss Mandy
treated me with a favor which she
vouchsafed no other man in whose COM
pany had beheld her. 1 had observed
that she had somewhat smartened her
dress, appearing in earrings and pink
neck ribbon, and that to-day her hair
was twisted into innumerable little wiry
rings and spirals above her forehead.
She had offered to make me turpen-
tine tea and pine-cone cordial, as being
beneficial to the general health, and
here she was actually endeavoring to
inveigle me into lonely walk through
the pines at the sentim entail hour of
twilight.
hinted how delighted should be to
some time avail myself of her kind of
fer. To-day had business which would
take me to distance. And, before Miss
Mandy had time to complete her dust
ing of the parlor, was on my way to
Dorkey's.
L found the old man seated lazlly in
front of his log cabin, surveying with
an air of satisfaction his pigs and
chickens, and his patches of peanuts
and water melons, while his accomplish
ed wife artistically moulded pot of
freshly-churned butter. They received
me with great politeness; and, after
some preliminary talk, L inquired about
the picture.
:" Well, sar," said Dorkey, thought
fully, 81 can't igzactly say who dat
pictur's meant for. l neber saw any
body like it, nor nigh SO han n'some.-
But dat pictur' was madeleine see,"
putting his knuckles to his bald fore
head" but leetle more'n four years ago,
by a painter gen 'leman as was stoppin'
at Marse Davis tavern for sake oh his
healf. He had conniption, but de piney
wood cured him. Pears to me he guy
ole Marse Davis dat pictur' when he
went way; an heered marse say
twas powerful like, 'cep not so ham,
some as Rosey. Dat was wot he call
her-Rosey," concluded Dorkey with
emphasis.
My heart gave a glad little throb.-
The picture was painted only four years
ago, and Rosey must now be in the full
bloom of her youth and beauty.
"And are you sure, Dorkey, that you