6sS 1l 1 W w TERMS PAYABLE IS ADVANCE,) t t TXTTvTiTmvTkTivm a h. r-r-r tt .-r-ri-.N l TERM FAYAflLE IX ADVANCE, (wrrHiMTHi onuHTT,) AN INDEPENDENT FAMILY NEWSPAPER. .0. $1 25 per Year ; 75 Gts. 6 Months. J $1.50 per Tear ; 85 Cta. 6 Monthe. Vol. VIII. TVoav I31oomllell, 3?a., Tuesday, TVovcuiloi' lO, 187-1. IVo. 45. pc Ijloomfifto pirns. IB PUBLISHED EVERT TUESDAT MOIININO, ST FRANK MOHTILIEB & CO., At New Bloomfleld, Terry Co., Pa. Being provided with Steam Power, and large Cylinder and Job-Presse, we are prepared to do all kinds ot Job-I'rlntiiiR In good style and at Low 1'rlces. Si, ADVJEHTISINO ltATKSt Transient 8 Cents per lino for oneinsertlon 18 " " two insertions 15 " "three insertions Business Notices in Local Column 10 Cents per line. VFor longer yearly adv'ts terms will be given upon application. HAVE PATIENCE. A youth and maid, one winter night, Were sitting in the corner j Ills name we're told, was Joseph White, And hers was Patience Warner. Not much the pretty maiden said, Bctido the young man sitting ; Her cheeks were flushed a rosy red, Here eyes bent on her knitting. Nor could he guess what thoughts of bim Were to her bosom flocking, As her fair fingers, swift and slim, Flew round and round tho stocking. While as for Joshua, bashful youth, His words grew few and fewer, , ." Though all thv time, to tell the troth, . His cbalr edged nearer to her. - Meanwhile the ball of yarn gavo out, She knits so fast and steady, . And be must give bis aid, no doubt, To get another ready. He held the tkein ; of course, the thread Got tangled, snarled, and twisted ; " Have Patience," cried tho artless maid, To him who her assisted. Good chance was that for tongno-tled churl To shorten all palaver t Have Patience I" cried be, " dearest girl, And may I really have her 1" The deed was done. No more that night Clicked needles In the corner ; And she Is Mrs. Joshna White, , That once was Patience Warner. Uncle Ben's Gift, OK THE MISSING BOX. COKCLUDlED. ABOUT two weeks after the cottage bad been changed for tbe palace, one pleasant morning, after ber usual task was finished, Mary made ber appearance in tbe little family parlor, dressed as fitly as sho could dress for tbe street. A smile was on ber face, and good will to all tbe world in ber heart. She approached ber aunt, and, giving her a parting kins, said, Good bye, aunt !" " Wbat do you mean, Mary ?" "I am going to visit, a friend, and don't know when I shall be back again." She did not wait for ber aunt's rejoinder, knowing that a prolonged dialogue would be likely to lead to a scene which would leave an unhappy impression on ber heart. Bo she quietly passed out of the bouse, and hurried from street to Btreet, not as a wan derer, but like one who was impelled by a fixed and commendable purpose, llor nimble feet soon brought ber to a distant extremity of tbe city. She. knocked atjtbe door of a bumble, but neat cottage, which was opened by a respectable looking, middle-aged lady, of slender form, who recognised ber at once, and exclaimed, " W by,, dear Mary 1 is this your What a long time it has been since you came to see me last I" ( "Dear Mary;" bow strange those words sounded to ber ears! and bow strange the affection that prompted them I " 1 know it has been a long time," said Mary, while, her tears were bathing two faces ; " but I have come to find a borne ; will you let me live with , you, auut Uacbel?" ' ' ' ' ' Aunt Raebol lookod at ber a moment in mute surprise, but discovering that there was grief weighing on tbe young girl's heart, suppressed the exclamation she was 'about to utter, and embracing ber affec tionately, replied, "Live with me, my dove? Yes, all my life, love, if you will ; and your presence will add a great joy to the many I already possess." Mary was at once domesticated in ber new and happy borne, and entering into her aunt's cares with a cheerful and willing heart, soon became such an adept with tbe needle as to roliovo ber kind protector from the most trying part of her labors, and more than double tho income of her former industry. Mr. Curtis was a little indignant when he learned, from bis wifo, of Mary's sud den departure indignant that she should seem driven away from her home for he had noticed, lately, that ber treatment by tbe family was exceedingly unkind. But to savo a domestio broil, bo dismissed his resentment with tbe commendable deter mination to look after her at somo conven ient time, and properly to provide for her a resolution sure to be procrastinated by, bis irresolute mind, immersed in tbe cares of a large business, and especially after he bad learned that sho was under the ex cellent protection of aunt Rachel. Mrs. Curtis and ber daughters expressed themselves to each other as glad to be rid of ber; and often made themselves merry at wbat they wore pleased to call ber low born manners those manners of uncom plaining submission and Christian res ignation, which tboir own cruelties bad taught ber. " She is now iu ber proper sphere," said Ilelon; "where she will have no tempta tions to be getting above it" "Yes," replied Emily, with a sancti monious look, "Providence has marked out each one's lot, and then they Bhould learn to be content." " Bbe will never be contented," said tbe mother, " so long as she harbors one silly notion that fills ber bead." " Wbat is that 7" asked both of the girls at once. "Why, that William Betts is in love with her." "Who put that into her bead?" asked Helen, with a sneering smile. "William himself for be has been coquetting about ber these three months." The girls looked at each other in sur prise, for they were not aware that any intimacy bad existed in that quarter. "But," continued the mother, "it is possible that William is as foolish as she, and in earnost in his attentions. If so, it will be Btopped ; for you must know, girls, that Stuart & Co., have just taken Wil liam into the firm, because they say that he is a smart young roan, and has served them well. The next thing we shall know, these poor upstarts will be getting mar ried, and hold thoir beads as high as any body, and Stuart & Co., Mr. Curtis in cluded, will npbold them in their impu dence." Mrs. Curtis' face was red with vexation, and those of bor daughters were as highly colored with envy. They all agreed that such a calamity to the firm, and to society in general, must by all means bo averted. ' In consequence of tbe increasing pros perity of their business, and tho additional capital that Mr. Curtis bad brought to it, the firm of Stuart & Co., resolved to es tablish a branch bouse in a distant com mercial city ; and young Betts was dele gated to take charge of it. It was but a short time after Mary's removal that this change occurred, during which period she had not seen William ; and the latter, ig norant of ber whereabouts, bad been too busy to attempt one of bis stolen visits. The day before bis departure, he hurried to Mr. Curtis' residence to bid tbem adiou, and to claim a parting word with Mary. He pulled tbe bell, but was met by a strange servant,' which filled him with un happy forebodings. Ho followed ber iu, and to liis surprise was met by a bland smile from Mrs. Curtis, which be erro neously accounted for on the ground of bis recent promotion. Forgetting bis os tensible errand, be at once inquired for Mary. ' ' "Bbe has been gone from here several weeks," said Mrs. Curtis: "an aunt of hers, from B , who was on a journey, insisted on taking ber along, to stay a year with ber. The movement was so sudden, she bad no time to bid her friends good bye not even a note to you," said . the amiable lady, with a knowing look ; " but she will doubtless write to you as soon as she arrives at B , and Mr. Curtis will forward the letter to you j for she confided ber secret to mo, and I approved ber choice." William, mistaking tho cause of Mrs. Curtis' change of deportment, was entirely deceived, and believed every word she said. Sadly disappointed in not seeing Mary onoe more before embarking on a journey of a thousand miles, to be gone at least a year, be burried to bis room and penned a part ing adieu, glowing with expressions of tbe deepest affection ; and mailed the letter toB . As soon as William left the city, Mrs. Curtis ordered ber carriage and drove to aunt Rachel's cottage. Mary met ber with surprise, but seeing a smile on ber face, forgot her wrongs in a moment, and wel comed ber with a kiss. After a few min utes' conversation with the family, she took Mary aside and told her of William's promotion that he had called to see her the day before that the subject of their attachment came up that she had given her cheerful consent, aud that William do sired ber to call and bid ber good-bye for him, as he had started that morning on a business tour which would occupy him several months. Mary, too, was deceived ; and in her joy clasped her aunt in ber arms, while her tears fell like the autumn rain. Dear Mary! that fountain of thine must be deep, or it would have been wept dry ere this ! William was soon at bis journey's end, and absorbed with, the cares connected with the opening of his new business. Mary was still busy with ber needlo bor heart relieved of a great load of sorrow,and ber expanding hope tinging with a new beauty every object around her a most delicious illusion ! Weeks passed away, and those two lov ing and wronged hearts began to wonder at each other's silence ; but each remem bered tbe mutual vow to be faithful under all circumstances and trusted. " Affection knows no change of clime, And true love knows bo waning j Though it is sunshine all the time, Or all the time be raining." While they wait and wonder, let u wit ness another turn in the coiling of the ser pent in their paradise. On a pleasant summer morning, tbe ed itor of the " Universal Advertiser" stood in bis private office writing at his desk. He beard a sharp knocking at his door, and opened it to a well dressed lady, who en tered with a business air, not unmixed with a show of haughtiness. "A feel" said the editor, to himself, whose sheet was always at the service of anybody that would pay well. " Is this Mr. Quill, tbe editor of tbe Ad vertiser?" asked the lady. " It is, madam ; can I do anything for you this morning ?" " I wish you to insert in your morning paper two : paragraphs. Tbey must bo printed in separate papers, and only one copy of each struek off. They are not for the public, but for my ptivate use. What must I pay?" "Let me see the paragraphs, if you please," said Mr. Qui!', holding out his hand for a scrap of pur which the lady held betweon ber fingers. Looking at tbe writing a moment, and then glancing at the lady's rich silks and costly jewels, bo answered, " One hundred dollars, madam." Bbe immediately handed him the money, and rose to depart. " Call at this hour to-morrow morning," said Mr. Quill, " and they will be ready for you." v . The lady retired, aud the editor turned to bis desk to finish a severe article be had commenced writing, on the corruptions of the city government. A week after this scene, William Betts was sitting in bis counting-room after the business of the day was over, waiting the return of bis clerk, who bad gone to the post-oflice for his daily budget of letters and papers. He was thinking of Mary, and hoping how many times had disappoint ment overtaken the same bope I hoping that this mail would bring some tidings from the object of his love. The budget was soon before bim. Snatching up the letters, he glanced rapidly at each, and threw tbem down with an expression of sorrow for they all bore a business stamp, lie then took up " The Daily Advertiser," a paper be seldom saw, and eagerly sought the obituary corner with a kind of pre sentiment that tho paper bad come to bim on some mournful mission. The first record that met bis eye was as follows : " la B on tho 30th, very suddenly, at tbe residence her aunt, Mary Curtis, daugh ter of tbe Into Joseph Curtis, of this city, aged eighteen." Tbe cruel shock the almost distracting grief the many days of comfortless deso lation that followed this announcement, may be readily conceived. A few days before this, Mrs. Curtis, on ber daily ride, Btopped ber carriage before aunt Krobel's door, and without alighting, called for Mary, and, with a sad counte nance whispered to bor, " Bad news, Mary ; but don't take it too much to heart." Then putting a news paper into bnr band, she drove on. . Mary was not long in finding tbe poison ed arrow which was to transfix hor heart ; it was the following sentence : "Died, in N O , Mr. William Betts, of the firm of Stuart fc Co., of this city, aged twenty-one." The poor girl stood aghast, for a mo ment, bewlldored as if struck by a bolt from heaven ; and then sinking into a chair, leaned ber head a long time upon it, thoughtful and tearless, as if bereft of ber senses. But He who watchetb over bis beloved Bent his angels to minister to her, and from that depth of affliction sbe rose to a subllmer height of faith and resigna tion. Sbe cannot weep now, but tears will come by-and-by not of despair, but the irrepressible tribute of widowed love. Months passed away, and in the company of her excellent aunt, and in the midst of industrious labor, Mary was as bappy as a heart could be with so many unhealed wounds. Bhe ceased to look to tbe future, and sought happiness in the discharge of present duty ; and in the contemplation of tbe past, whose vista, though dark and gloomy, was still dotted here and there with the shining monuments of departed joys. One day, as sbe was walking tbe street on ber way to deliver some finished work, sbe came to a shop, the windows of which being filled with a great variety of showy articles, attractod hor, eye, and for a mo ment arrested her steps. While looking, she started, uttered a faint scream, and stood as if petrified. "It is I it is 1" she murmured, "it is my own dear box I" and then hastening into tbe shop, she asked with trembling eager ness, "Is that box for sale, sir ?" "Yes why no, not exactly," drawled a rough-looking man, whose curiosity seemed excited by Mary's earnestness. "May I ask you where you got it?" " A woman brought it here yesterday, and pawned it till Saturday ; but sho will redeem it, I 'spect, as it is worth a good deal more than the money lent on it. If she doesn't claim it, there are two or three others that have already spoken for it and tbe highest bidder will get it. A lady offored me twenty dollars for it this morning." Bo raying, he laid it bofore Mary exhib ited its beauties, and expatiated on its value. Oh, bow Mary's heart palpitated as she took tbe long lost treasure again into ber hands and though it was ber own Bbe could not claim it ! She hurried away to finish her errand, and to consult ber aunt about tbe means of securing the box. Her aunt, who had heard its history, was doeply interested for its recovery, and was ready to contribute all her surplus means, if necessary, to effeot it. Afraid to wait three long days, till Saturday, Mary was despatched that very afternoon to tbe pawn-broker's, with twenty-five dollars in her pocket, to depos ite in advance, with tbe promise of more if that sum should be out-bid. Bbe was not long in reaching tbe shop but ber eager eye, on entering, foil upon an empty space where the fated box, but an hour before, was resting. Her heart was sinking with in ber as she inquired, " Is the box gone ?" "Yes, ma'am," replied the mau, "you are a little too late ; the owner took it away half an hour ago. I tried to buy it, but she would not part with it, but said sbe knew a woman that would give ber a big price for it." " Do you know the woman's name, or where she lives ?" " No, ma'am. I never ask such ques tions. She looked like a poor one, and the box will not stick to her bands long, I'll be bound." v Tbere seemed a cruel end to Mary's re vived hopes, and she had nothing to do but retrace ber melancholy steps, and relieve her aching heart on tbe bosom of bor aunt. Other months passed away ; and our aillioted heroine was, as ever, busy in tbe boly duty of seeking tbe good and advancing the happiness of others that apprentice ship of bumble hearts on earth, preparatory to the angolic service above. Her aunt Curtis bad not visited her since tbe announcement of William's death ; and Mary bad long dismissed all hope of ber friendship, and all confidence In ber pretended sympathy. Bhe bad sev eral times mot ber cousins in their carriage, who always noticed ber Just enough to manifest a haughty recognition. One bright May morning, as Mary, was on ber way to deliver a very elaborate and nice piece of needlework to a rich lady In C street, she turned her steps as sbe bad often done bofore, so as to pass by tbe pawn-broker's shop, for the empty satis faction of a glimpse at tho window which had once given her so much delight. Sbe passed it, but ber heart was not heavy as usual, and something seemed to lift her above ber sorrows, and breathe sweet prom ise to her pensive spirit. Was it the bright sunshine and tbe balmy air? It might have been but whatever it was, she felt, this morning, for the first time for many months, a truly cheerful bope. Arrived at the beautiful mansion of Mrs. Rand, she delivered ber package and was resting herself in a luxurious chair, while that lady was examining and compliment ing the beautiful work which had cost Mary a fortnight's bard labor. With an air of great satisfaction, Mrs. Rand turned to her and said, " I was to give you five dollars for this, I believe ?" " "That was tho price agreed on," replied Mary. " It is worth more," said the good lady ; " I shall give you ten ! Clara," she added, turning to a bright-eyed little daughter, "I believe my purse is in tbe work-box in the ether room ; go and bring it." -As Clara re-appeared, Mary uttered a sharp cry, and sprang toward her, snatch ing from ber hands her own beautiful Ebony Box, and clasping it to her breast, cried in a delirium of joy, " It is mine 1 it is mine ! I never will lose sight of it again 1" Mrs. Rand gazed at ber iu surprise and alarm, for a moment then taking ber gently by tbe band, led ber to a chair, and begged to know tbe cause' of her exoite ment. Mary rapidly related to her the story of the box, to whiob Mrs. Rand listened in silence with an occasional tear. After she ceased, tbe good lady made no reply, but rose, took tbe box, and emptying out its contents, placed it in Mary's bands, saying., with an affectionate tone, "My dear child, it is yours; and although I gave a poor woman forty dollars for it, I have no right to it now I Take it Mary ; I could not sleep in peace again if I should retain it, or take pay for it." Opening ber purse, she took out a ten dollar note, and adding a half eagle to it, obliged Mary to accept tbe whole despite ber remonstrances. Bidding bortkind patroness a grateful good morning, Mary stopped into tbe street and hastened with a nervous joy to an nounce ber good fortune to bor sympa thetic aunt. , Sbe bad proceeded but a few rods, and was rapidly turning a corner, when she met a gentleman, who instantly raised both bands as if in fright turned ghastly pale, and then caught ber to his heart. At the moment of bis approach sbe recognized bim as William Butts, and sank senseless iu bis arms, It was to them like the meeting of each other's ghosts ; aud tbe pallor of their faces was enough to make tbe passers-by tbiuk the same. He carried ber to tbe nearest door, and with Bome difficulty succeeded in bringing ber to life. As soou as signs of consciousness appeared, be left ber to call a carriage ; and as be returned, and was lilting ber in, sbe all at once missed ber box, and had no recollection what had become of it. Look ing round in alarm, she saw a ragged boy approaching with it in his bauds, saying, " Here, woman, is something you drop ped when you fell down !" Bbe caught it from bim, and, iu ber gratitude, threw back to bim ber half engle, with a thousand thanks. At ber request, William drove her U aunt Rachel's ; and that good lady was de lighted and surprised almost out of pro priety at tbe narrative of tbe rooming's adventures, so marvellous, and so fraught with happiness. After au interchange of histories and sentiments of un diminished devotion to each other, to which, in tbe turbulence of tbeir joy, the presence of annt Rachel offered no check, Mary's eye fell upou ber box, almost for gotten again. Sbe jumped up and took it into another room by berself, to examine its secret apartment, about which she' bad thought so much by day, aud dreamed a much by night, aud which was still unex plored, i -,!: As sbe was about to press the mysteri ous knobs, she hesitated, with a kiud of awe, as the recollection of tbe last inter view with bor good uncle rushed into her mind. It seemed like invading the repose of tbe dead. Then she was filled with alarm lest some of the strange liandi through which tbe trnnsure bad passed, bad already profaned the little sanctuary,.
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