The Bloomfield times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, August 16, 1870, Page 2, Image 2
2 l)c; ntcs, New Bloomfictir, flJct. " Your letter appeared to mo Btraight forwurd." Nora bowed. ".You think yourself competent for tlie situation, you say. I hope you have thoughtfully considered the terms in which I advertised, before venturing to make such a statement ? It is a situation which will involve some amount of re sponsibility, as I wish to depend entirely upon the person whom I may select for the education and general oversight of her charge. I will not conceal from you that charge, in addition to being a responsible one, may prove a difficult one, the lad to whom I refer having many objectionable propensities, that will re quire to be watched and corrected." " I think you stated in the advertise ment the child is eight years of age," Nora said. " 1 Turned eight' are the words em ployed lie is, in fact, ' turned eight.' " "Then, I think there is every hope that those propensities may be subdued." " I hope so. And in proof of your ability to bring about such result, I con clude you can give me some testimonials, received from previous situations." She had not thought of that. " I have never been out before," Noddy said. M'm. Then your method of pro cedure would be tentative ? That is a rave consideration." " I would try to do my best," said Nod dy, eagerly, " if the child is not too old and not beyond my capacity to teach. I'm not clever nor accomplished but it was your plainness in advertising led me to think I might suit. You said, ' Eng lish only required.'" ' " Exactly, but the best of English. And you will bear in mind that there are many more English persons who can apeak three or four foreign languages than can speak their own with correctness." Noddy's heart began to sink. " The advertisement doesn't say the best of Jiinglish, she said. " JNo, it says Jinghsli, ana only the very best can be called that" Noddy thought of Mrs. Muciller and of her own prospects at Braithfield, if she Jost this place. She determined on a despairing battle for it. " But the child isyctyoung, ouly eight; and I can teach him till he is ready for some one wiser. Indeed, I will do my lest." " Turned eight, if you please. lie iij in fact : turned' nine. lie is at least ten years of ago." "Then," Nodd said, ready to cry with disappointment, "I suppose I am not competent? You may know bettor Eng lish than I do, but you have not made a brave use of it to torture a poor girl who wants work." " Miss Cray, I believe you are so far competent that I have no hesitation in offering you the situation. You speak truth, in spite of its being ' calculated in many a similar case to lose you an en gagement. I therefore see you are likely to give instruction. Will you accept my situation as governess ?" Noddy hardly believed her ears. " I will," she said, with heartfelt thankful ness. " You luive not mentioned terms, re member." " I am coutent to accept what you please to offer." " Then I have only one other question to put. You may think it a strange one. but I shall be obliged if you will answer it. Do you know what you are?" There was a disti.net alteration in the old gentleman's voice that sounded queer. " No," Noddy said, blankly enough. " Then I must ask another, do you know what day this is ?" "The 29th of September." Then you are the biggest little Michaelmas goose that ever was !" and the elderly gentleman Licked off his gouty legs, and pitched his skull-cap and wig into the fender ; " and you had bet ter own it, Noddy 1" There stood Mr. Frank Geogagan. " Turned eight, Noddy," he said; " and turned eight-and-twenty, for the matter of that. - Behold your pupil ! Of the es tablishment, you see I am the governor. You have already given me your promise to be governess. Do you wish to with draw it ?" and ho came towards her. Noddy was utterly disconcerted for the moment, but she got out of his way. "Mr. Frank," sho said," "I answered your question, bow answer miue. Do you know what you are ?" " No," said Mr. Frank. " You are a most dreadful horrid story that's what's you are you. You said you had loBt all your money." Noddy was Marly crying. "No. I said, ' all I had in India,' wiiicb. was quite true, and six thousand pounds. I did not tell you I had brought four times that sum home with me." " You told me you were going to seek employment." Mr. Frank was dodging her about the room. " I did, you told me to go and dig, I came down here aud .took this little farm, and 1 have gone and dug, or dig ged, whichever you prefer." " But you don't want a governess, af ter all ; and that was a wicked cheat." " But I do, Noddy. I want to be made such a man as you can love, and you have given your word, you will not refuse. You won't take it back again ? you will forgive me the artifice ? For I love you as I can love no other woman." Mr. Frank caught- her up. " It is a very bad story," she said. But Mr. Frank gathered her to him in his arms, aud Noddy did not refuse. He folded her to him against his breast, and Noddy did not refuse, lie hushed her sobs as she lay nestled against him like a bird that has found shelter. " I love you with all my heart," she murmured, " and I'm so happy !" (in proof of which she was wiping tears from her eyes); "but you don't think I loved you for your money ?" " I'm sure you didn'tlittle goose," said Frank, soothing her with kisses. " 1 had rather you hadn't auy at all, and that we had to work together." " Nonsense, Noddy ; you have forgot ten you are a little woman or property yourself. Just conic out with me and take the first instalment of a quarter's interest for your twenty pounds." lie led her through the house, and out into the dairy, to have a draught of warm new milk., it was from Noddy's investment, the finest milch cow on the farm. Somehow the comfortable old house keeper didn't seem altogether surprised at Mr. Frank walking about the shrub bery with a new governess on his arm ; I think she must have been iu the se cret. . ' , Noddy did not return to her step mother. In three days she was Mr. Frank's wife, aud as there were no cards this is how Mr. Geogagan informed Mrs. Muciller of Noddy's marriage: "Madam I beg to inform yoa that Miss Cray lias accepted this-sitaation. FRANK GEOGAGAN. "I'inewooil, Lyndhvrat." Au Electrified Indian. A PAPER published at Virginia City, Nevada, is responsible for the fol lowing : Our Piuto Indians are of an inquiring turn of mind, and always flock around any kind of street show, where they will stand for hours, stretching their necks over the shoulders of the white specta tors, drinking through open eyes aud mouth the wonder before them. One Suuday afternoon, recently, quite a crowd of white men and the usual sprinkling ot Piutes were gathered about an electrical machine which was iu full blast near the corner of 0 and Uuion streets. Several whites had bought two bits worth of the artificial lightning, when a " big lujuu" w hoso raiment cousisted principally of a big turkey feather and a lew daubs of red pamt, marched up iu a drove by himself, like Baxter's hog, and became a custom er to the peddler of home made lightuing. He seized upon the handles of the queer looking machine, and the man at the wheel began to grind. So deep was the sileuee which reigned in the expectant crowd that you might havo heard the blowing of a nose. Presently the paint ed warrior began to exhibit signs of unea siness. He evidently felt thrills aud things twitches for iustauco. His grim countenance became grimmer, then grim mest. There was a fearful working iu his facial muscles; his eyes begau to groggle; the paint ou his cheek bones i cracked aud fell off in flakes, lie tried to drop tho handles of the machine, but they stuck fast to his fingers. " Hi-you 1" cried he, " no good ee I Stall you nana ! You stop ee wagon whoa haw 1" Here upon he began a wild sort of war dance his fingers still upon the keys of the ma chine, as though playing an accompani ment on the piano. " Hi you, go slow 1 Do 'im small me plenty two bit!" The "wagon" being stopped the " noble red man" made a break through the crowd at a rapid rate. Upon gaining a safe dis tance he turned and drawing himself to his full height, with great dignity, re marked as follows : " Shoo fly !" To a Horticulturist who advertis ed all kinds of seeds and plants a wag sent an order for one package of custard pie seed and a dozen of mince-pie plants. The horticulturist returned twelve hen's eggs and a small dog. TWO LUCKY DAYS. ITOR many years, there was an old fashioned bookseller's shop in Little Marlborough Btreet, London, kept by William Ruw, who has been long since gathered to his fathers. His son used to tell how he owed his luck to ono rainy day., and his life or his leg to another, thus : When my father first set up in busi ness, ho took a little shop iu Oxford street. It rained down suddenly one morning, and a lady ran in and said to him : " May I ask for shelter until the rain is over?" " You are quite welcome, ma'am. Sit down iu this chair, out of the draught. Here is a book ; you can look at tho pic tures, if you don't want to read." The lady smiled, aud sat for some time. She appeared uneasy at the protracted raid, and frequently went to the door to look for signs of its abating. My father seeing this, said to her : Perhaps you would like me to scud for a hackney coach ?" "Why, no," said the lady; "I only want to go as far as llayward's (about fifty yards lower down,) to buy some lace." My father fetched his umbrella. " Here, ma'am, is a bran-new silk um brella, at your service ; pray accept the loan of it." " You must be a very kind person, in deed," said the lady, " to offer me your umbrella. . 1 am quite a stranger to you." " I'm sure you'll send it back. Let me putitupfor you. But, your shoes have they double soles ? No. Black satin slippers, as thin as dancing-pumps ! Here, Jessy, my dear, bring your pat tens." Pattens in those days were rather for midable affairs. Clogs and goloshes were not invented. Pattens were pieces of wood, shaped and hollowed to fit the foot, mounted on circular iron rings, When my mother brought the pattens, the lady looked at them in dismay. 11 1 never wore a pair of pattens in my life," said she. " Never wore pattens ?" said my father. " Then, pray, get a pair directly; they will keep your -feet dry, and save you more than their price in shoo leather." The lady put on the pattens, and burst out laughing. " Pray excuse me ; they are so absurd ; but I think I can manage to balance my self ; so. thank you for your great civility, and I will bo sure to send you back your property as soon as 1 get home." Week after week, until six weeks were told, slipped away and no tidings came of the lady. My father was nicely joked by the neighbors about his new silk umbrel la and my mother's pattens; but he al ways told them that ho was suro the things would como back some day or other. Ono morning, a fine carriage, with a couple of tall footmen behind, carrying gold-headed canes, stopped at our door. A lady got out; the identical lady to whom my father had lent his umbrella. " You must forgive me," said she, " for keeping your umbrella so long; but I was obliged to go to Spain to my hus band, who is with Wellington, and I re turned only last night. Here is your umbrella not the worse for wear, I hope and accept my thanks for the loan of it. Pray let mo speak a word to your good lady." My mother came into the shop, and the lady, calling ono of the footmeu, asked him for the parcel on the seat in tho car riage. When it was brought and opened, it contained my mother's pattens, and a beautiful Spanish merino shawl, which tho lady insisted on her accepting. " And hero," she said, taking out a long strip of paper and giving it to my father.: " I've put down a few things I want; Lord Groogroo has given mo this other list. Please send them to the ad dresses on these cards. Good morning; I shall not forget you." And this lady proved no less a person age than the Marchioness Crickcrack ! I afterwards learned that Lady Crick crack, when her purchases were comple ted, walking over to her house in Dean Btreet Dean street was then full of no blemen's mansions and there, meeting with a party of distinguished peopta, told them the story of tho umbrella and the pattens. The pattens were ordered into the drawing-room, and great merri ment was occasioned by the ladies present trying their skill in walking in them. Lady Crickcrack and Lord Groogroo not only contiuued their custom, but sent up their friends. Lord Groogroo took very much to my father. He was the pro udest man in Europe ; wouldn't touch the haudle of tho door with his glove j al ways touched it with the tail of his coat. But he was a true gentloman, every inch, lie used to say to my father, " Row, you must have a holiday. Go down to my place stay a'week or a month, and tell the butler and housekeeper to make you comfortable." My father, if ho pleased, might have been one of the magistrates at Marlbor ough street Police Court. Lord Groo groo sent for him one morning, and when he came into the room, said : " How, you've be n smoking." " I assure your lordship, I have not." " Then you've been in a room where other people were smoking. Go homo and change your coat, and come to me directly." My father went home and put on an other coat, and when ho came back his lordship said : " How, you nre to bo the new magis trate at Marlborough street Police Court. I have spoken to Sidmouth, and he has promised to accept my nomination." " But. my lord, I don't think I am - fit for the posttion." " I say you are. We want such men as you are on the bench. It's worth your acceptance. Six hundred a year and a house to live in." " 1 have heard, my lord, that Lord Henry Petty has applied on behalf of Mr. Conant, the bookseller." " 1 know it. Petty's a twopenny Whig, and has no chance. I've arranged the matter with Sidmouth ; so think it over and let me have your answer in a week." My father went home and talked over the offer with my mother ; but he loved his old bookhop, and as he had his hands full of publishing business, he decided on not accepting it; he wrote a letter of thanks, declining to take the place. lie always used to say that two rainy days were the luckiest days of his life. The first brought him prosperity iu busi ness ; the second perhaps saved his life certainly saved his leg. There was a parish feast nt the Marl borough Head tavern, at which one of the vestry had to put a dozen of wine on the table. My father was there, and had taken more than ho could comfortably carry; so when he got homo and looked for the keyhole, latch key in hand, he could not find it. Not wishing to dis turb my mother, he thought ho could get in at the first floor window. So he climb ed up the spout outside the house until he got to the lead coping, but, there miss iug his footing, he fell heavily into the street. The watchman picked him up, and at first thought he was killed ; he got the street door open and took him into his bedroom. In a short time he came to his seuses, but could not niovo one of his legs. Mr. Swift, a celebrated surgeon, was sent for; he came, and, on examin ing the damaged leg, said it was broken! He could do nothing to it then, but at four o'clock in the afternoon he would bring his instruments and cut it off. My mother was iu a dreadful way at hearing this, and so was my father. In the morn ing when the shop was opened and the apprentices were told of what had hap pened, there was a good . deal of crying, for they all loved the old gentleman. Just about midday it besran to rain. A gen tleman wearing a cloak came in, and said he was on his way to the levee, and as ho could not afford to spoil his court-dress might he stop a few minutes until' the rain was over ? " But," says he, " what arc ye all crying for ?" One of the shopmen tells him that my father broke his leg that morning, and that at four o'clock Mr. Swift was coming to cut it off. " That's sharp work," said tho gentle man. " I have ten minutes to spare. I am a surgeon. Go up stairs' and say I would like to look at the limb." My father made no objection, and the gentleman weut up stairs, and after ex amining the leg, he said : " This leg is not broken, llun and get in a half-dozen men, and bring uie a couple of thin boards." They called in some of the neighbors, and after the gentleman had cut the board into lengths he got tho joint right again, .which had been twisted out of its place, and having bound it up in tho splints, went to the levee, promising to call on his return. Mr. Swift looked in, about an hour be fore four o'clock, and told us to get up the kitchen table and make things ready, whilo ho weut for his amputating instru ments. One of the apprentices told him that a gentleman had been there, and what he had said and done. " Tell him from me he's a quack," said Mr. Swift. " I say the leg must come off!" Mr. Svtift went away, and almost im mediately afterward the gentleman cam in. " Well, how gets on my patient ?" he said. " 0, Mr. Swift has been hero and says you are a quack." " A quack, is it? Surgeon O'Brien of tho Six Hundred and Forty-fourth a quack!. I'll wait for the gentleman and ask him to explain his small mistake." " Mr. O'Brien went into the bedroom, and waited for Mr. Swift, who came at the appointed time. " If you don't have the leg off directly sir," said Mr. Swift, "you had better make your will." " You think so, do you ?" says the oth er, coming forward ; " hadn't you better be thinking about making your own will first ? You called me a quack ! Sur geon O'Brien of his Majesty's Six Hun dred and Forty-fourth, who was in Bun ker Hill and a hall-dozen other battles in America! But you are an old man and that saves your bones. Get out of the house by the door, if you don't want to be: thrown out of the window. And mart my words! I'll have this niau down in his shop in a fortnight, a better man than he ever was in his life !" Mr. O'Brien kept his word; ho cured my father, and for thirty years they were the warmest friends. How Fulton Won His Bride. A CORRESPONDENT of the Ge neva Courier relates the following story of the " Kate Morgan," the little steamer, which for more than a genera tion has plied on Cayuga Lake, her own ers obeying the behest of the first pro prietor, to " run her till she busts." Be fore the Chancellor Livingstone stemmed the current of the Hudson, yet after the little Clermont had stirred tho quieter waters of the Collect Pond, the whistle of the " Kate Morgan" awoke the echoes in Taughanic Glen, and her paddle-wheel dashed the spray upon Cayuga bridge. There is a bit of romance attaching to her name and building. Old General Mor gan, of Revolutionary fame, had a fine estate on the eastern bank of tho lake, not far from where the present Wells College now stands. Between his only daughter, a lovely girl of eighteen, and young Fulton had long existed a strong attachment, which, however, tho poverty and obscurity of Robert led the General to severely frown upon. Fulton went to New York. He labored long years in perfecting his invention ; his day of tri umph came, aud then ho wrote to the stern father, relating his success and ask ing for the daughter's hand. ' " Nay," wrote back the incredulous old soldier, "I'll believe what I see with my own eyes. Come you back, scapegrace, to the lake; build and sail a steamboat past my own door, aud then, and uot till then, shall you have my daughter Kate." Need I say that Fulton came joyfully back; that, a steamer was built as rapidly as circumstances would permit, that she was launched and in due time did sail triumphantly past the General's door ! But let mo add that according to an ex press stipulation mado by the sly Robert iu case he succeeded when the " Kate Morgan" sheered in toward the General's dock a small boat was seen pushing out containing the original Kate, her grim father and a gentleman in clerical vest ments. They were soon on board, and there, amid the waving of flags, the ring ing of bells and blowing of whistles', tho proud inventor and his prouder bride were'made one. A glorious sweep up and down the lake completed the first bridal trip by steam ever known in this country. Predestination. A Missouri paper coutaius the follow ing, which is appropriate to the late great race on the big river : " Do you believe in predestination ?" said the captain of a Mississippi steam boat to a Calvinistic clergyman, who hap pened to be traveling with him. " Of course I do." " And you also believe that what is to be will be ?" " Certainly." " Well I'm glad to hear it." "Why?" " Because I intend to pass a boat ahead in fifteen minutes, if there be any virtue in pine knots and loaded safety-valves. So don't be alarmed, for if the bilers are not to bust they won't. Hero the divine commenced putting on his hat, and began to look like backing out, which the captain seeing, said : " I thought you believed in predestina tion, and that what is to be will be ?" " So I do, but I prefer being a littlo nearer the stern when it takes place."