llH ' fill 1 '.i''7':,,?f'? ''I j II J I Ik J I IB i I IE. J I k, I h IE. a I . If-w TErAe?J;rcrP1 AN INDEPENDENT FAMILY NEWSPAPER. , f&llZ'' Vol. VII. Now Bloomfleld, Pa., Tuesday, 3Iay O, 1873. INo. 18. IS PUBUSHSD CVIRT TUE8DAT MORNING, BT . PRANK MORTIMER & CO., At New Bloomfleld, Terry Co., Pa. Being provided with Steam Power, and large Cylluder and Job-Presses, we are prepared to do all kinds o( Job-1'rli.tlng In good style aud at Lor Prices. ADVEKTI8ING KATES 1 Tramient Cents per lino for one Insertion t 18" " twolnsertlons 15 " " "three Insertions Business Notices In Local Column 10 Cents per line. W-For longer yearly adv'ts terms will be given upon application. Edith Grantly's Hero. A PRETTY little dappled-gray mare stood Impatiently pawing the ground iu 'front of the Carlton railway station, arching her Blender ncclc, and tossing her long silken mano with an undcniablo air of coquetry. " Pretty creature that, Irvin, said a tall sandy-complcxioned man, coming round thecorncr of the depot, nnd pausing, with both hands thrust nearly to tbs elbows in his trouser's pockets, at the edge of the narrow platform. "Reckon the squire wouldn't sell tier, nohow." This w as said in that iudcscribablq half questiouitig way in which a Yankee "talks round.", , " Better ask him if you want to buy, Mr. Sandors," John Irvin answered, shortly. ; J'O come now, John, you needn't bo so touchy ! You know he's hard pushed ; it's up secret, if you and he do think 'tis. But about this little filly; mubbo I thould like to, buy her, now hey?" Aud the long rieck and stooping shoulders were thrust so fur forward that he looked like some huge bird of prey, the deep-set, restless gray eyes and hooked nose helping out the fancy. " Well, you can't have her; she's sold al ready," John answered, sharply. Aud then as the sin-ill whistle of the engino gave warning of the approaching train, he sprang to the ground, laying his arm caressingly over the neck of the horse, talking to her all the time in a low assur ing voice, which she answered in little sniffs, and short broken whinnies. The Bird of Prey drew In his neck, winked iu a very satisfied way, first at John who didn't see him and then at the platform, and lastly at the engino, which, curiously enough, seemed to wink back at him with its unearthly eye of lire. Then, plunging his hands still further in 1 his pockets, he slouched away, but not so far but what ho could see everything that occurred trust Rick Sanders for that I John Irvin's attention was about equally divided between his fiery little charge and the passengers alighting from the newly- arrived train. Suddenly his face lighted .up, and at the same instant Bess gave a low whinny of delight, and arched her pretty neck, and, despite John's strong hand, started for the platform. A tall stylish figure, in some sort of pale lustrous gray, came quickly down the steps and put her daintily-cloved hand on the horse's neck. "Glad to see you back, iMiss Edith," said John, his face glowing with honest delight. ' "Thank you, John," she replied, with a bright smile. " And Bess don't you think she knew me?" patting the face pressed against Jior arm, and looking into the great brown eyes, almost human in their, elo quence of love. " Know you, miss 1 Lor', It's my opinion she knew you was a com in' just as well as any of us. She Is just the knowingest hossl It's a shame that she has got to" John broke off abruptly, colored to the roots of ' his hair, and then made a sudden dive for a trunk at the lower end of the platform, which he immediately confiscated, together with a small valise, on which was strapped a lady's waterproof and parasol. " These all, Miss Edith ?" he asked, with a ludicrous show of absorption in this one trunk1 and valise. i . Very . evidontly the world held at this moment no other object of thought or In terest. Ah, John, you are a sorry dissem bler; you overdo the matter altogether. A faint smile, followed by an expression of pain, flitted across Miss Edith Grantley's face, . but she did not speak cr stir, but stood with hor hand still resting on the horse's neck, till John's respcotful " now, if you please, Miss Edith," had been twice repeated. Then, with a faint start, she looked up, smiled her old bright smile, and, giving him her hand, was assisted into the pretty little phaeton. Boss's head was turned homeward, great ly to her delight; but as thoy whirlod round the corner of the station, a tall figure, with broad lank shoulders, leaned forward and watched them watched them till they were a mere speck in the far-away hazy dis tance. " 'Wei, John, what is it now? Must Bess go too?" Edith asked, adrnptly; so abrupt ly, indeed, that poor John was, to speak figuratively, cast upon his beam ends. " Bess, Miss Edith ?" said the poor fel low, floundering, and trying desperately to right himself before she suspected his piti able mistake- 11 1 didn't say I mean, I I didn't think I I" "John Irvin I" she interrupted, sharply, a sudden Are leaping to her splendid eyes. Well, yes, then, if you will know," he blurted out, desperately, " I don't know what he'll say, I'm sure. I didn't mean to let it out." And his face grew so ludic rously sorry, considering that it was a manifestly jolly face, and never intended by nature for melancholy or high tragedy looks, that Edith smiled despite herself. " Don't foci so badly on my account, John," shosaid, kindly. "You know I am used to this sort of .thing " here a tinge of bitterness crept into hor tone and ought not to bo surprised at any thing. Who is going to have her, John ?" Old Vancouver I mean Mr. Van couver." " That sounds better," she said, gravoly. "1 suppose it Is the old story," an unmis takable look of pain shadowing the proud brilliant face. : If you please, miss," John said, hesi- tingly, "I don't think it is. Old Mr. Vancouver and him has had a considerable business first and last, and since you've been gone he's been over to the farm two or three times. Last Monday Mr. Grantley told mo that Boss had to go; that Van couver .would give three hundred dollars for her, and it was the only thing ho could do. Them was his exact words, miss, and he was very sober, and his face was white as the dead." "That will do, John," she said, quietly. "How is mother? Better, isn't she ?" " Yos, she was whon I came away," he answered, naively. Edith felt half angry and half amused at this apt commentary on her mother s health. Mrs. Grantley was subject to va pors in other words, inclined to hypochon dria. Not that she was habitually melan choly, only in that peculiarly variable condition iu which a feather's weight turned the balance. When everything went right, when nothing , crossed her wishes or her temper, she was overflowing with health and spirits. She was gay light, airy ; never, perhaps, brilliant, but very charming and companionable. But there was no surety of this pleasant state of things from one moment to another. The slightest jar of the social or domestio ma ohinery, the faintest breath of an 'feast wind," the slightest crossing of her will or wishes, and lo I the fuir heavens were hung-j in darkness, and a rain of tears descended. Some fow were so uncharitable as to at tribute these frequent illnesses to temper; but how could that be when Mrs. Grantley never got angry ? One may certainly curb their passions, but who can help it if he is taken suddenly and overwhelmingly ill ? Plainly, then, Mrs. Grantley was not to blame if she vai frequently overtaken by sudden and unaccouutable paroxysms of Illness, at a time, too, when she particular ly needed strength and spirits. What if she did almost invariably "triumph through wcaknees," and carry her point through tears? Is It any dispatagement to a wo man to do these things ? a woman who should, to be the Ideal woman, be always sweet, and soft, and weak, and dependent ; who may, if bIio wants anything, ask very sweetly for it, and cry for It If she does not get it without. . Possibly It may look child' ish and contemptible, presented theoreti cally, but practically it Is very popular- very, with male writers. The slight shadow that had rested on Edith Grantley's face lifted as they came in sight of Meadow Farm. The May sun shine lay in slantwise lines across the broad velvety lawn, where the drooping branches of the elms bent down caressingly to the scented sward. The great square substan tial house, It tDu of brick painted pale green, looked the very picture of quiet substantial comfort. Back from the house swept acre upon acre of level meadow-land, a broad bright sea of emerald breaking gainst the sombre Hue of forest beyond Over this the afternoon sunshine hung in golden halos, and in the long line of or charding the robins flow in and out among the blossoms, trying to rival their sweetness with songs. i j As thoy drove up the door opened, and two lovely children bounded out with a shout of joyous welcome. These were Edith's twin sisters, two of the prettiest little creatures Imaginable, with their blue eyes, and chestnut curls, and soft creamy complexions. A handsome elegant looking man came out leisurely after the children, and loaned carelessly against a tree, while, the twins almost smothered their sister with kisses and caresses. " There, Effle, there, Alice, that will do" he interrupted, almost abruptly. " Edith, my child !" he said, with a sudden tender ness breaking through his easy indolent manner, and holding out his hand. " Dear father 1" The two stood a full minuto with firmly- clasped hands looking each into the other's face. Neither of them spoke; there was no I caress given or taken, yet it required little skill to read the deep passionate love which warmed and lighted their faces. You felt instinctively that something more than an ordinary love bound them together something more than the common bond between parent and child. With a long fluttering breath ho drew her hand through his arm, and turned to ward the house. How wonderfully alike they were in face, figuae and bearing I The two fair-faced children running on in ad vance, the sunshine bronzing their flossy curls, looked back and smiled; but -they did not see, and only ouo ear hoard the low "Edith, my darling I" twice repeated in fond proud tones, from lips that were strangely white and tremulous. "Why, Edie," cried a light voice, in a tone of careless surprise, " I didn't notice you had come I I suppose," laughing light ly, " I was so absorbed in my toilet, Miss ForbuBh finished my dress only half an hour ago. . Do you think it's becoming, Edith ? I never havo worn ruby, you know." And with a half anxious look, the girlish-looking woman turned slowly bofore the long mirror, which reflected a slight graceful figure, from which fell away in soft white folds, a delicate, pale ruby gauze, looking more like beautiful waves of fleecy sunset clouds than anything made for mortal wear. , " It's very charming," Edith said ; "and you, mower, are you as won as you iookv 0 yes ! I am going to drive after tea with the Mordaunts. . I dou't suppose it would do to wear this," looking again at herself In the glass. "I think it would be rather thin mam ma. I have been cool in my poplin." "How well you look in those cool grays, Edith 1 I believe you've grown positively handsome, dear." And the ruby sleeves full back from the soft white arms, that were impulsively thrown about Edith's neck in a half childish way. 'Aren't you so glad Edie has como, mamma?" cried Eflie, enthusiastically. my dress 1 Miss Forbush thought I bad better have a train ; do you like it Edith ? She said I was so petite, nave you had a nico time ? And who have you seen any body new ?" " Yes, Jessie s baby," Edith answered, laughing, and, unreasonably enough, blush ing at the same time. " Nonsense I You know what 1 mean, anybody that la anything." " I don't believe it would do for you to Insinuate iu Jessie's presence that her baby does not belong to that class," was the laughing answer. ' "If, however, you mean did I make any new friends at Jes sie's, no. It is very quiet there, quieter far than Carleton." ' " O, that reminds me, Dudley Sinclair has cot back and gone to Mrs. Swift's to board. Laura has dismissed young Kirke, which says plainly enough that she is go ing to strike higher. I wish, Edith' " O, yes, I know 1" Edith interrupted, hastily ; "but you forgot 1 am still in my travelling dress." And turning hurriedly she went out. It was more than an hour afterward that Mrs. Grantley, chancing to glance from her chamberwlndow,saw Edith and her father walking slowly down the grassy orchard path, her hand on his arm, and her face uplifted to his. She was still In" her trav eling dress, she observed. " Confidence I she said, in a faintly Ir ritated tone. " I'm sure I'm glad he don't trouble me with his embarrassment, any way." And she closed the window with a crash, that rang out on the quiet dew- laden air, and roused Charles Grantley from the half reverie into which he had fallen. ' ' We must go to the house, Edith," he said, starting up. ' " I have been so selllsh that I have utterly forgotten your wear iness. I always do that, I believe." ' "No,father lam never weary with you," sho said gravely. "I am glad you have told me abont this this business ; perhaps we can retrieve ourselves, and save it yet. We mutt; it would be like death to leave Meadow Farm." She drew her breath hard and quick, as her eye ran involuntarily down the lone stretch of meadow to the still forest, the sunlight tipping its thousand spires with pale gold. " Edith, don't you feel like cursing me sometimes?" he asked, in a fierce abrupt tone.: She laid her hand on his arm and looked up in his face, the tender lovelight in hor eyes half veiled by the sudden mist of tears that came into them. " Forgive mo, he cried, in quick peni tence. " I know just how true and brave you are, but one couldn't blame you If you did. I curse myself daily, and then then, Edith, do tho samo things over again !" Edith Grantley did not speak, but the encouraging smile, and the light caress of her firm cool fingers on his wrist, were more eloquent than words. " You'll not say anything about this to her, Edith?" he asked, pausing on the Bteps before the went into the houso. " Most certainly not." " And, Edith, you'll be careful that the children don't hear anything?" he added, anxiously. "Don't you know I can keep a secret, papa?" she asked, lightly, yet with a seri ous face. ' "I wish all my secrets were in safe keep ing !" ho exclaimed, involuntarily, shud dering. ....-it Then, with a suddenness that surprised even Edith, used as slio was to his moods, he threw off all look and hint of care or troublo, and met his wile and children In the drawing-room with even more than his usual galety,eaBe and lightness of manner. Edith excused herself, ' aud went up to her chamber. A look of determination struggled with the pained expression in her face. Holding back the pretty em broidered muslin drapery from tho west window, she looked out over the long reach of billowy upland, cleft by the silver sheen of a narrow, indolent, white-bedded river, circling in and out in countless eddying curves and narrows, till it vanished out of sight behind a clump of golden greeu wil lows. " If Meadow Farm is lost, I shall always regret my visit to Cousin Jessie s shall always associate it with that,", she said, half under her breath. "And yet I " pausing and coloring faintly "should have missed seeing my ' hero.' Ah, well I I shall never see him again, and, upon the whole, I don't think I care. Romance is like soap bubbles, very pretty to float in air, but will not bear too familiar handling. Upon the wholo, I believe I'll not mention the accident to any one, and then no one can have an opportunity to annoy me with questions about it." Continued. A Singular Case. Recent proceedings in one of the English courts have brought to light a singular story, while exhibiting In an exceedingly unpleasant view the practical effects of cer tain English laws. In the year 1825 a law yer's clerk, a young man of good family and education, was tried on the charge of stealing two watches from his employer's office. The accused had become addicted to drink, and from the evidence it seemed doubtful whether be actually intended to steal the watches, or merely pocjeoted them in a drunken freak. Under these circum stances he was fined one shilling only for the unlawful possession of the property, after which he went tq Australia. In the year 1851 he disappeared, and after a long time his next of kin took out letters of ad ministration under the supposition that he was doad, whereupon the Crown at once claimed forfeiture on the ground that he bad been convicted of felony, There were two sums in dispute, one of 100,000, the other of $3,000. The Vice-Chancellor has declared the claim of the Crown l& the larger siim only made out, so that the rep resentatives of the family are permitted to retain the $:J,000, while the Crown appro priates the sum of ((10,000 because nearly half a century ago the late owner of the property was convicted of an offense which was then considered sufficiently punished by a flue of one shilling. A Romantic Story. rTlHERE is a little romance going the I rounds about Richard Farquahar Dingle and his wife Phoobe, and Robert Moore and his wife Mary. The account of the strange fortune that happened these couple is so circumstantial that it must be in the main true. ' All the parties wore English and wore newly married as above in England, before they came to the new world to court the goddess fortune. Dick Dingle and his wife were both blondes, and Bob Moore and his wife browns, and both women were beauties of their respective type and all were young and adventurous. The two couple didn't come over in tho same ship, but they came about the same time, and they did not know each other. Dick Dingle and his pretty wife went to Petroleum Centre, Pennsylvania, with a capital of $10,000, which was soon sunk in oil wells all but $400. Dick divided this Bum with Phoebe, and which she duly re ceived. This reconciled her to her hus band's absence for the time, but she heard of him no more-for some years, and sho began to regard him as dead. The fact is he was living a wild sort of life In South America, and had almost forgotten his blonde wife, though he carried her picture. Bob Moore and his brunette wife had also a comfortable capital when thoy ar rived in this country, and lost some of it in unfortunate speculations. Bob loft Mary in Rochester, N. Y., and went to South America full of lroldou visions. Tin nrnm. ised to write to his wife soon, but? never did, and was not lucky in the Argentine country. Finally Dick Dingle and Bob Moore met, and both were vagabonds, In a strange country and without money or friends. They joined their . fortunes and told each other the story of their lives. There was a remarkable similarity between them. 1 Thoy both had pictures of their wives, aud, strange to say, each wont into raptures over the other's picture, and oared very little for his own. In a mad freak vagabond Dick aud vagabond Bob ex changed tho pictures of their wives, and some luck appeared to como to them after wards. They were fast frionds, and accu mulated some money, and began to behavo themselves better. ' It was seven years since Dick Dinglo had written to his wife, and one day in a fit of repentance he wrote a letter inclosing $1,000, and asking her to join him in South Amorica as soon as pos sible. Iu the meantime sho had removed from Petroleum Centre to Fhiladolphia,but tho lottor and money found hor after a long delay. As Dick had waited the proper time, and heard nothing from his wife he began to feel uneasy, and one day resolved to return to the United States to hunt I her up. Ho Btarted from . Panama on the English steamer George Watts for the , . United States on Friday, the 7th day of June last, while his wife sailed from New York for the Argentine republio the next day, Sat urday, June 8. . Diok went to Potroleum Centre, thence to Philadelphia, but could not find bis wife or hear anything of her. He then went to New York, resolved to take the next packet for South America to join Bob Moore. But something occurred to prevent the voyage. He got on a little bit of a spree in New York and happened to stumble iuto a store on Broadway to buy some trilling artiole. There behind the counter he saw a handsome brunette whose face looked charmingly familiar. He was not mistaken ;, it was she, and the picture he carried proved it. , The acquaint ance ripened. . Mary had sought and ob tained a divorce from Bob Moore for de sertion, and was free and lovely and still young. Dick Dingle told the story of his wife s disappearance, aud the couple re solved that sho must be dead, so those two got marriod and are now living happily in Brooklyn. Phaibe Dingle plowed the deep to join hor recreant but repentant husband, In the Argentine, republic . She was doomed to disappointment, but she found Bob Moore, and Bob ; showed her the picture which be had received from Dick Dingle hlmsolf, but he did not tell her the whole story. In fact it is uncertain what Bob did say to the beautiful woman who had come so far to find a husband and failed, but it is quite certain that those two got married in very short time, and now live In good style In Cordova city, Argentine republio. A real blonde Is quite a variety down there, and she makes a sensation when she rides out every evening on a beautiful palfrey. It is, perhaps, just as well as it has fallen- out. These two sin gula couples are too far apart ever to In terfere with each other's happiness, and are much butter satisfied as thoy are than they were. 81. Lovit Itepublican. ' I
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