The Bloomfield times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, April 12, 1870, Page 3, Image 3

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NEW STOIJE !
CHEAP GOODS!
TI1E siihserlher having owned a new Store, one
door Kant of Hweiter's Motel, solicits a share
f tlio public; patronage. Ilo lias Just received a
lull supply ot
TV e av GJ o o 1 s ,
and will constantly keep on hand, a complete as
sortment ol
DRY-GOODS, GROCERIES,
Q VEENS VA RE, HARDWARE,
SOOTS & SHOES, HATS & CAPS.
And Everything else usually kept in Stores.
S Call and see my stock.
KOH'T. N. WILLIS,
New ISloomllelrt, l'a.
3 42
New Carriage NIaimfuclory,
On High Stueet, East op Cakusle St.,
New Bloomficld, Pcnn'a.
THE subscriber lias built, a large and commodi
ous Shop on High St., Kast of Carlisle Street,
New Hloomlicld, l'a., where ho Is prepared to man
ufacture to order
On r r i a g e s
Of every description, out or the host material.
Sleighs of every Style,
built to order, and finished In the most artistic and
durable manner.
Havinn superior workmen, ho is prepared
to furnish work iliat will compare favorably with
tlio best City Work, and much more durable, and
at much more reasonable rates.
-REPAIRING of all kinds neatly and prompt
ly done. A call is solicited.
SAMUEL SMITH.
Sltf
J-HVEES 33. CLARK,
MANUFACTURER AND DEALEK IN
Stoves, Tin and Sheet Iron "Ware
New Blooiiifield, Perry co., Pn.,
KEEPS constantly on hand every article usually
kept In a first-class establishment.
All the latest styles and most Improved
Parlor and Kitchen Stoves,
TO BURN KITIIEIt COAL OR WOOD!
VL. Spouti up; and Hoofing put up In the most
durable manner and at reasonable prices, ('all
and examine his stock. 3 1
BELLS.
f ESTABLISHED
IN 1837.
BUCKEYE BELL FOUNDRY!
CHURCH. Aeademv, Factory, Farm, Fire
Alarm Bells, &c, &c, made of
PUBIS BELL METAL,
(Copper and Tin.) warranted In quality, tone, du
rability, Kic., and mounted with our Patent IM
PROVED ROTAT1NU HANGINGS. Illustrated
Catalogues sent Free.
YANDVZEN . TIFT,
Not. 103 and! 104 E. 2nd St.,
41101 ypd CINCINNA TI, 0.
BETWEEN
BLOOMFIELD and NEWPORT!
WINTER ARRANGEMENT.
THE subscriber is now runninK a hack between
Bloomlleld ami Newport, leavlnx Ulooinlleld
at 9 a m., arriving at Newport in time to connect
with the Express train East.
Returning, leaves Newport at 2.30 p. m., or on
the arrival of the Mail train West.
- He lias also opened a U VERY In th ' Stables
DelonRinu to Rinesmith's Hotel, where ho is pro
pared to furnish horses and buggies at moderate
prices. AlUOS ROMNSON.
?. P. Miller.
T. Rickert.
C. II. Miller.
MILLER, RICKERT & CO.,
8UCCE3SOH3 TO
, GRAY BILL & NEWCOMER,
Manufacturers and Wholesale Dealers in
HATS, CAPS, FURS,
STKAW-COODS, &?.,
No. 349 North Third Street, 2d Floor,
PHILADELPHIA.
11 ly 10
PATTERSON & NEWLIN,
Wholesale CSrocera,
AND
COMMISSION MERCHANTS
No. 120 ARCH STREET,
Philadelphia.
pedaUty 8a'e ' EbB8' Beea5 Graln nd Wo1'
Please send for a Circular. 4 13 8 ,
THE BACHELOR AND THE BABY
MR. ELLERY CORBAN was an ex
cecdingly nervous man. 11c came
honestly by it. for his mother was ner
vous beforo him. Mr. Corban was a
bachelor of forty-five, remarkably well
reserved, and rather fine looking, lie
ad a portly figure, a florid complexion,
and a head of dark brown hair, which
any man might have been excused for
fooling proud of. Mr. Corban was very
well off. lie had never kept a house,
perhaps because jhe knew that elderly
bachelors and widowers wcro generally
fated to marry their house-keepers; and
Mr. Corban regarded marriage and the
gallows about on a par. Women and ba
bies ho considered a very unnecessary
part of creation. The mystery of their
having boon allowed an existence he could
not help regarding their creation as a
grave mistake somewhere. Ilo boarded
at Mrs. Gregg's and had made his home
there for fifteen years. Mrs. Gregg was
ns much like a man as she could be, and
still bo a woman.
One day last summer it became evident
to Mr. Corban that he must take a jour
ney west. The interest of his business
demanded it; so ho put a few things into
a valise, said good morning to Mrs. Gregg,
and set out for the depot.
lie was five minutes late, for his neck
tie had given him a great deal of trouble,
and he had boon unable to find a pair of
stockings which were not destitute of
toes IJut he had comforted himself
with the reflection that, as ho had boots
on, nobody would bo wiser in regard to
the unclad condition of his toes and he
at last got off. lie heard the whistle and
started upon the run. If there is any
thing especially calculated to put one out
of temper, it is having to run to catch
the cars ; and our hero may be excused
if, when dripping with perspiration and
completely out of breath, he rushed into
the first car which offered, ho was irrita
ted with the world, himself included.
The car was well filled. In fact, there
was only one vacant scat, and that was
beside a woman. Corban turned to seek
the next car, but was met by the conduc
tor at the door. " No room in there, sir !
All full. Anniversary meeting at Par
kersburg. There's a seat sir !" indica
ting the one beside the woman. Corban
was troubled with a touch of the rheum
atism in the left knee, and could not
stand comfortably nothing else could
have forced him to get so near one of the
sex. lie stepped up to her and made the
stereotyped inquiry:
" Is this scat engaged ?"
" No, sir," replied a sweet voice ; and
Corban saw that the speaker had blue
eyes and golden hair.
lie took a seat and the lady drew the
bundle she had been resting on the cush
ion into her lap.
" Better let mo put your bundle upon
the rack ?" suggested 5lr. Corban.
The lady opened her eyes in indignant
amazement, whipped off a layer of flannel
from the package, and displayed to the
horrified gaze of our bachelor friend, the
red, puffy face of a moon-eyed baby.
" Muzzar's ittle, 'tweety sugar dar
ling!" she exclaimed in the dialect which
is perfectly intelligible to all babydom.
" Muzzar won't let the naughty man
put the 'ittlo laminio, lumpy baby ud on
the rack!" J
The baby struck out menacingly with
his fat fists in the direction of Mr. Cor
ban, and give utterance to a yell of tri
umph. Mr. Corban broke into a cold
perspiration. He had never been so near
a baby before in his life. It was almost
too much for him. He had a strong mind
to stand the remainder of the way, or un
til somebody vacated a seat, but his knee
gave an extra twinge and decided him to
try and endure the terrible state of things.
He took a paper from his pocket and es
sayed to read, but the baby had launched
out in one of those baby refrains, which
is like music in the ears of all mothers,
and the cooing so confused our bachelor
hero that ho could make no sense of his
paper, so he pocketed it with the savage
determination to petition the next Con
gress for women with babies to be kept in
a car by themselves.
At tho first stopping place ho was on
tho lookout for a seat, and to his joy dis
covered the gentleman in the next seat
making preparations to leave ; but before
he was fairly out of his seat, an old lady
in a green shawl and a poke bonnet had
edged into it, and cut off Mr. Corban's
hopes. Of course, she turned around
and began at once to talk to tho baby.
" Dear little chicken ! how old is it,
marm ?"
" Almost eight months," said the proud
mother.
" Well, I declare 1 Wrhat a large child
of his age 1 Why there was my Enoch,
when ho was a year he warn't a mite nor
a grain bigger than that 'ere child ! But
then Enoch; he had the whooping cough,
and the measles, and the nettle rash, and
collarctta infanticide beforo he was eleven
months I And 1 expect the diseases had
some effect upon his constitution !"
" I should think so," replied the baby's
mother.
" You look tired dear," went on the
old lady; " the baby must bo dreadful
heavy. Why don't you let its pa take
him ?" with a reproachful glance at the
savage countenance of Mr. Corban.
" I'm not his pa," grumbled Mr. Cor
ban, pulling hisMiat a little farther down
over his eyes.
"Oh! You ain't. Wal, now, that's
curis !" said the old lady. ' I should
have thought you wor for sartin. The
baby is the image of you jest the same
kind of nose ; and its eyes has got tho
same expression.
Expression, indeed ! Mr. Corban was
boiling over ! He always peculiarly pri
ded himself on his expression ; and here
was this old ogre comparing him to that
dumpling faced, hucklebury-eycd baby!
" Well," said the old' lady slowly, as
though she had reached the conclusions
after some thought, " I s'pose as its likely
this is a poor mortem child, which means
one as is born after the death of its la
ther and you married its mother soon
after her husband departed this vale of
tears. Well, that's got to be dreadful!
common. But my Elijah has been dead
nigh onto nineteen months, and I ain't
begun to think of a second partner;
though Squire Hudson, has been left so
helpless and unfortunate, with them six
children of his, that I don't know. I
hope the Lord will show me my duty,
and give me strength to take in the Squire
for better or for worse, if it's right and
best ! I don't never want to shrink no
duty, marm. When did your first hus
band die, marm?"
" Parkersburg!" screamed the conduc
tor. "Stop five minutes for refresh
ments! Change cars for Wallingford,
Amsterdam and Myrtle Ridge !"
The woman with the baby rose quickly.
A thrill of joy went through Mr. Cor
ban. He thought she was at her jour
ney's end. 11c, too, rose with alacrity.
" Can I assist you in any way, mad
am ?" he asked.
"Thank you. I will just trouble you
to hold the baby while I go and get a
cup of coffee. I breakfasted early and I
need something warm. Be careful and
hold his head high, he is subject to the
croup."
And, before Corban could utter one
word of refusal, she had put the baby in
his arms, and was running off with the
crowd.
Our hero felt himself growing cold
and hot alternately. lie had served two'
years with credit in tho war, and had
been in a score of battles, but through it
all, he had never experienced suckj a
sinking at the stomach as came over him
now. Most of tho passengers left the
cars; and Carbon would have done like
wise, but he feared that ho might lose
sight of tho baby's mother, arid tho train
would start without him. So in an agony
of terror, lest something should happen
ho stood thera in tho aisle, hold
ing the baby at arms length, and fixing
his frantic gaze on the door through
which his deliverance would come.
" All aboard," cried the stentorian
voice of a new conductor and tho peo
ple rushed in. But the passengers were
most of them new ones, for there wa3 a
junction at Parkersburg; and worst of
all , tho baby's mother was not among
them.
Tho bell ran ; the cars were moving ;
the door was shut wath a bang, aud the
train went off. Corban waxed desperate.
" Halloa, there !" ho shouted to the
conductor. " Stop ? This train cannot
go on; there'B a woman left behind; she
went to get a cup of coffee. Stop ! I
tell you this instant sir 1"
" What's up?" inquired the conductor.
" She's left the baby !"
" Your wife ? Oh, never mind, Such
things occur frequently. She'll come in
the next train."
" I tell you to stop ! I shall go crazy.
And . Oh, Lord, what shall I do
with the baby ? Say, I'll give yon five
dollars ten dollars twenty yes, fifty
dollars, if you'll put back and let me off
at Parkersburg !"
" I should havo no objection to the
money, but I couldn't oblige you if you
were one of tho Rothchilds 1"
And the conductor passed on his way.
" Bless your soul, sir 1" said the old la
dy in tho next seat, giving Corban a
nudge with her parasol, " you'll suffocate
that baby. You're holding its head where
its foot ought to be I He's wrong side
up !"
Corban hastily rescued the youngster,
which uttered a Bhrill yell at his treat
ment. " You'd orter be ashamed of yourself,"
went on the old lady, indignantly, " to
toss that blessed child around in such an
on-human way. A man never orter have
no children that don't have no nateral
feelings towards 'cm. Sir, you was a ba
by once yourself."
Just then a yellow-faced woman slip
ped into the seat in front of Corban.
She was middle-aged, but her dress had
the gnshingncss of sixteen. " Lovely
child," she exclaimed insinuatingly.
The baby began to squizzlo up its face
and flourish its fists.
"Dear me, how forward it is. How
old is it, sir ?" inquired tho spinster for
such she was.
" I don't know," growled Corban.
" Been a widower, long, sir ?" inquired
the lady.
" No. I never had a wife."
" Bless me ! then she's run away and
left you. Dear ! dear ! how could she
leave such a nice man, aud such a dear,
darling little baby?"
" What's that?" inquired a middle
aged gentleman near by, who was evident
ly a little deaf. " Your wife gone and
left you, sir ? Just my case exactly. My
poor Jane departed this life last May. I
got her tho handsomest gravestone money
could buy. There's an angel on it with all
her wings spread and this Latin descrip
tion Requires her cat in peace. The
gravestone maker said it was a good epi
gram, and I consented as she was fond
of cats.
By this time the baby began crying
lustily, and the whole car sympathized,
especially the females.
" It's got the cholera morbus !" said the
old lady. It'll die for sartin if some
thing hain't done !"
"Die? You don't think so?" cried
Mr. Cordan.
" Dear me !" said the littlo thin-faced
woman, " what an inhuman ereature its
mother must be."
" Take it, my good lady, do !" cried
Corban, imploringly. " I'll give you a
hundred dollars to take it."
" What is all this row about?" said a
sharp-nosed man, with a newspaper m his
hand. " A child is it ? Fall back, gen
tlemen, and let me look at it. If it should
prove to be the one."
"How? what do you mean?" queried
a dozen voices at oucc.
" It is, it is ! It can be no other ! ex
claimed the sharp-nosed man. " How
strange that I should chance upon it !
" Listen to this, and he read from a pa
per in his hand, this notice :
"Stolen. Supposed to have been
stolen from its carriage in Central Park,
on the morning of the 8th inst., a male
child about nine months old. Said child
had blue eyes and rather dark hair ; and
is a remarkable forward child. Any per
son who will return him to his afflicted
parents, at No. Forty-ninth street,
or give information that will lead to his
recovery, shall receive a reward of $300.
Louis Roscoe.
" Wal, I never ?" exclaimed tho old la
dy. " It must bo tho very same baby.
This child has blue eyes and dark hair,
and 'pears remarkable forw'd !"
" Yes, ma'am, unquestionably the very
same," remarked the sharp-nosed man,
confidingly; " I consider it my duty to
take possession."
" Oh, take it, do ?" cried Corban, im
ploringly ;" I'll give a hundred dollars
to get it off my hands."
No doubt you would, my man ; But it
ain't took in in that way. My. name is
Smithers Peter Smithers, sir; and I
live in Albany. I'm a magistrate, and
arrest you for child stealing."
" I tell you I didn't steal it. She went
off after a cup of coffee."
" Don't trouble yourself to repeat that
story again. I understand the case ful
ly," said Mr. Smithers, promptly.
" Conductor, is there a place on the
train where tho rascal would be any safer
than hero ?"
" We don't run prison vans," respond
ed that wurthy, sulkily.
" Well, gcntlemon," said Mr. Smithers
blandly, " you are all men of honor, and
have wives and children, or ought to
have, and you all have feelings of sympa
thy, doubtless ior the parents of this un
lucky babo; und I depend upon you, gen
tlemen, to assist me in guarding him un
til wo reach a station where I can place
him in charge of the proper officials. At
the next stopping-place I will telegraph
to BridcBwcIl, aud have constables ready
to take possession of him the moment w
arrive."
" Yon shall pay dearly for this 1" roar
ed Corbon, now fairly infuriated. " Yes.
sir, I'll take the law on you tho moment
we get anywhere where there is any law.
Call me a rascal indeed I"
Just nt that moment the sharp signal
of " down brakes" sounded, and in a few
moments there was a shock, and the train
como to a sudden stop.
Everybody rushed out to ascertain th
difficulty ; and it was found that a wheel
of the engine had broken, and the loco
motive was off tho track.
No one was injured but it would take
some time to get things so that the next
train could run ; and in tho meantime
Mr. Corban thought, with rapture, he
could make his escape. lie formed the
plan of dropping the unfortunate baby
and fleeing to the woods. In the bnstlo
and confusion it could only be accom
plished. But he had reckoned without
his host. Mr. Smithers was right at his
elbow. lie had no notion to allow that
tempting reward to slip through his fin
gers ; and a couple of other gentlemen
kept guard with him. And there stood
poor Corban holding the whimpering ba
by, and expostulating, swearing and blus
tering in a way thatnade all the ladies
declare that he was a monster, and they
gave him a very wide berth.
Suddenly the whistle of the next train
from Parkersburg was heard. A bright
hope sprung up in Corban's breast. It
was possible the baby's mother might be
on board.
Ho rushed forward, but Smithers seis
ed his arm and held him back.
" Be quiet, sir !" said he. " Remem
ber you are under arrest."
The train had been warned of deten
tion of the first express, and came to a
halt a little distance behind, and the mo
ment it did so, the. door of one of the
carriages was burst open, and out leaped
the mother.
A cry of joy came from Corban ; and
with one bound he broke the grasp of Mr.
Smithers upon his arm, and rushed to
ward her.
" Oh, my baby ! My precious baby !"
she screamed, snatching the baby from
Corban's arms. "My darling! My lit
tle angel darling !" And she fell kissing
it in a way that set all the ladies round
pulling out their handkerchiefs and ex
claiming, " Did you ever!" "Nay 1
never !"
" God bless you !" I never was so glad
to sec a mortal being beforo."
" Oh, you dear, delightful man!" she
said, shaking hands with him. " I am so
much obliged to you for taking care of
my lamb. You see I got belated a mo
ment, tho coffee was so dreadfully hot."
Mr. Smithers' face had grown very
long. " Then it is not Louis Roscoc's
child ? .And it has not been stolen ?" he
asked, dubiously.
" I should rather think not," replied
the mother, indignantly. " It is my own
child, sir ! All I have left of the dear
husband who gave up his life at Cold
Harbor, two months after baby's birth."
" I must heartily beg your pardon,
sir," said Mr. Smithers. " I I that
is, I didn't think. You see "
"Mind your own business, sir!" said
Mr. Corban, shortly; "and continue
minding it the rest of your life that is
my advice, sir."
Mr. Corban aud Mrs. Bent, for that
was tho young widow's name, got very
friendly and familiar while the train was
getting ready, and Mr. Corban took the
next seat by her side with a real feeling
of delight now. She was going on a
visit to the very city where his business
callod him ; aud he obtained permission
to call on her and inquire about the baby.
And in due time I cannot tell how it
came about, for there is no accounting
for things of this kind Mr. Corban con
cluded that ho was tired of boarding
Mrs. Gregg had become so neglectful of
her boarders' comfort ; so he led Mrs.
Bent to tho altar, and set up a . homo of
his'own with a wife and baby.
Go to him now and utter one word
against women and babies, and you would
get shown to tho door without ceremony.
Imitation Dark Woods.
Tho appearance of walnut, may be
given to white woods, by painting or
sponging them with a concentrated warm
solution of permanganate of potassa. Th
effect is different on different kinds of
timber, some boing stained very rapidly,
others requiring more time fur this result
The permanganate is decomposed by th
woody fibre; brown parioxyd of mangan
ese is precipitated' which is afterward re
moved by washing with water. Th
wood, when dry, may be varnished, and
will be found to Kemblo very closely the
naturally dark woods.