The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-01-04
THE TIMES, NEW BLOOMFIELD PA. JANUARY 4. 1881

trouble Mrs. Gorham. That the son
who was call Gorham" was proud to
the core with the pride that knows no
false shame; that he was noble in dis.
position, handsome in frank, manly
type, generous and self sacrlflcing--she
could not appreciate. His hands and
feet were not so small rs darling Wllbur's
he had no fashionable affectatlons and
no "Greer" look SO his mother
thought him coarse and rough, and his
sisters declared that he had no style at
all. But outside the home, where
great show Of wealth was made by many
private economies Fred was more appre-
clated.
When he became man, aud knew
that his fathers estate, though sufficient
to give every comfort, was not large
enough for the extravaganza his mother
INDUCED in, he fitted himself for bus-
ness and took q position in counting
house, thus becoming selEsupporting.-
Darling Wilbur had studied law, but his
first client had not yet appeared, and
Mrs. Gorham supported him, trusting
his destinations would touch the heart
of some moneyed belle. Miss Caldwell
was the present hope. She was her own
mistress, an orphan heiress, and very
handsome. That she seemed proud and
cold in manner was only an additional
charm to Mrs. Gorham; and Lucilla,
Arabella and Corinne were enthusiastic
in their admiration of "Cornelia Cald-
wells queenly manner"
Nobody suspected Fred blunt, straight
forward Fred hid one secret In his heart
confessed to no living being. And that
secret was love, pure and true, for
Cornelia Caldwell-a love that would
shut itself away from any suspicion of
fortune hunting-that only drooped and
mourned thinking of the heiress.
BY four o'clock Fred was at the sta
tion waiting for Aunt Sabina. What u
little old fashioned figure che was, in
her quaint black bonnet and large
figured shawl. But Fred knew her kind
old face at once, though he had not seen
her since he was twelve years old.
You are aunt ?" he said, going
quickly to meet her.
She looked at the handsome face and
caught quick, gasping breath.
You must be one of Johns boys"
she said " How like you are to your
father"
81 am Fred" he answered
Dear heart How you have grown !
Is your mother here?"
"She is waiting for you at home"
The good old country woman had
never had the least doubt of warm
welcome at her brothers. house, and
Fred certainly confirmed her expecta-
tions. He found the old black leather
trunk,the bag the bandbox, the great
bulging cotton umbrella, and put them
in the carriage. He made his aunt go
to the restaurant and refresh herself be-
fore starting on the long drive home
He listened with respectful interest to
all the mishaps of the long journey, and
sympathized with the Ruination of
every mortal stitch I've got on, dear
with dust and smoke"
"And he chatted pleasantly of his
childish recollections of the tiny house
and wide farm where Sabina lived.
You see," she said, made up my
mind this year would come to see you
all once more before died. L would
have tried it before now, but something
or nuther alters hindered. Dear, dear
You're all grown up, s'pose, and you
was but a lot o. babies last time John
brought you to see me-"
Corinne is the youngest, and she is
eighteen. Wilbur is the only one older
than am"
Yes, remember. Well, dear, Pm
glad that Johns wife brought up such q
fine family. Pm only an old maid, but
1 do love children"
But chill fell upon the kindly old
heart when home was reached at last,
and four fashionably. dressed ladied gave
her strictly courteous greeting. But
for the warm clasp of Fred's hand, /
think she would have returned to the
station in the same carriage she came, so
wounded and sore she felt.
"Not one kiss" she thought, sand
Fred kissed me at the train, right before
all the folks.'
Fred slipped a silver coin into the
hands of the servant girl who was to
wait upon his aunt, and promising an
other If she was very attentive, he him
self escorted the old lady to her room.-
1t was not often that the young man q
indignation found voice, though it grew