The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-05-10

that she also was great favorite with
both old and young, and her visits were
always looked forward to with the most
delightful anticipations.
Deb was looked upon by the youth of
the neighborh0od as the very personif-
cation of all that was beautiful, witty,
and wise, and no one shared this belief
to fuller extent than Tommy Deane,
Notwithstanding the fact that Deb teas
ed him most Numerically on every
possible occasion, although she really
liked the boy, who was good-natured
fellow of eighteen, and just the right age
to be highly susceptible to the charms
of a young lady of Deb's calibre.
OF course Tommy received an invita-
tion to the party,-I verify believe he
would have committed suicide had he
not,-and was in a high state of ex-
pectancy until the very evening of the
party in fact, his impatience for the
eventful evening to arrive was so great,
that his mother, who was remarkable
for the elegance of her comparisons,
declared that he was " like hen on q
hot griddle )" but as we don't believe
that Mrs. Deane or any other woman
ever had the pleasure of seeing hen on
hot griddle, the comparison was a
far-fetched and an unjust one.
Deb employed herself now in making
extensive arrangements for the party,
her first and greatest duty being to re-
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pictures in manner that would make
the general aspect of the rooms more
cheerful and inviting, and less stiff and
gloomy.
For you see, sunty," Deb said to the
astonished Miss Nancy, cit looks too
awful stiff and prim to see six chairs in
a row against one wall, and people do
not hang their pictures nowadays within
half inch of each other, and the man
ner in which you hang your curtains is
positively shocking"
The day of the party arrived. All the
morning Deb had been flying from
room to room, putting a bouquet in a
quaint old vase here and there, and
hanging some pretty little engraving in
q vacant corner; and then out she
would fly into the kitchen, and stir
cake, and cut fantastical shapes in the
| pie-crust, and make herself generally
useful.
I" Deb, DEAR" said Aunt Nancy, "run
out to the barn, and see if you can find
me five more eggs to make jelly cake
with"
"Yes, ma'am," replied Deb, "and if
Pm not back in fifteen minutes, you
can understand that am employed in
the occupation of chasing the calves
around in the back lot"
And, seizing small basket and huge
blue gingham sunbonnet, the property
of her aunt, Deb ran out toward the
barn.
Not finding the eggs, although she
burrowed around in every corner and
manger of the barn, Deb went out into
the barnyard and severely upbraided all
the fowls there for their idleness, which
reproach the fowls received with deep
humiliation, of course.
Suddenly brilliant idea came into
Deb's curly head.
81 know what I'll do. I'll take this
basket and go over on those bluffs yon-
der, and get basket full of those lovely
ferns and grasses that grow there, to
decorate the parlor with. How pretty
they will look arranged above the
pictures on the walls ~
And without any further hesitation,
ofrran Deb to the bluffs, which were
fully a mile and half from the house,
although seemingly nearer.
In very short time Deb found her
self on the very top of the highest bluff,
where she sat down to rest and look
around on the beautiful scene spread out
before her.
How beautiful ~ cried enthusiastic
Deb, looking down at Uncle Nathan's
fine farm, and the old farmhouse below
her, while to the right, stretching far,
far away, was broad, open prairie,
with innumerable cattle grazing upon
it; to her left was q long, irregular line
of bluffs, covered with grand old trees
and beautiful ferns and flowers; but the
prettiest picture of all was Deb herself,
sitting on an old, moss-covered stump,
in her pretty, neat-fitting print dress
and white apron, the blue sunbonnet
thrown back on her shoulders, and