3W M MW --r.-" i n l IS, I tt C-.iirm:Mi.fiii ihiiiiiiiiiii'i'iwiiiM'iiiiiiii'iii'jiiiijiK VOL. XIII. NEW BLOOMFIELD, VJ.9 TUESDAY, 4 , 1875). NO. 0. THE TIMES. in Independent Family Newspaper, IB PUBIJ8HBD EVERT TUEBDAT BT F. MOllTIMEIt & CO. 0 S V I 9 C It I P T I O N V H I V E . i (WITniN THR COUNTT.) One Year 1 2 Hix Months, 75 (OUT Or TflB COUNTT.) Oue Year, (Postage Included) tl fO 'Six Mouths, (l'osiaue Included) 83 Invariably In Advance I mw Advertising rates furnished upon appll- cation. For The Bloomfiem Timer. FRIENDSHIP. ' How bard It Is to find a friend, One on whom you can depend Sometimes we think the treasure got, Till trial proves we have It not. Many, to serve their selfish ends, Warmly declare they ore your friends ; But soon as serving self Is o'er, Behold they are your friends no more. Others will act a part more base, Always be friendly to your face; Ton turn your back, then they your name Expose to obloquy and sbnmc. Apparent friendship others show, That you may confidence bestow ; Tour secrets thus they oft obtain, And use to injure your good name. Those who of others tell you much, My counsel is, beware of such They briugyour neighbor's faults to view, And absent, speak the same of you. A faithful friend I highly prize, But mere pretense I do despise ; Whene'er disposed a friend to trust, Be always sure to prove him first. o. w. ORRIS STOLEN FROM THE GRAVE, OR The Doctor's Wife. CONTINUED. SHE lifted her head a little. The mo nientary embarrassment was all gone, and with the timidity, and that look of troubled sadness which he had noticed all through her conversation ; and In their place was pride or it was something too lofty for pride, even V and another expression that Doctor Thayer could not define, but which haunted him for many a day. It seem ed a passionate reproach. She lifted her head, and gave him one look out of those brilliant eyes of hers. Only that ; not a word from the closely shut lips neither smile nor frown on the pale, beautiful face. But that look wrung his heart, as if, unawares, he had struck one already sorrowful. Without wait ing for- him to speak, Rose went to the window, and called Mrs. Coolidge and her children, who had just come upon the veranda from a walk in the gar den. Three weeks from that day Rose sailed for Europe, leaving Mrs. Coolidge in charge of the Hall. The doctor had not once seen her aloue since the day .she announced her intention to him ; and when he went up to take leave of her, she had gone. " Say good-by to him for me," Ros had said to Mrs. Coolidge. " Good-by& hurt me so that I hate to say them. 'Tell him not to be angry me with me for disregarding his advice. I have a reason for going, and must go. Doctor Thayer stood looking from one of the windows while the message was delivered to him, and for a moment fter it was given he still stood with his back turned to the room. Then he wheeled about suddenly, and confronted his slBter-in-law, who was watching him intently. " Meet, what is the meaning of this 1 What bus the girl gone away for V" ' She hesitated one moment, then gave the answer she bad resolved on giving if be should ask her that question. " It is my belief, Eugene," she said, " that Rose loves you too well to live wo near you, and have you indifferent to her." " Then I am glad be went," said the doctor, returning to the window as ab ruptly as he hud left It. " Eugene," exclaimed the ludy indig nantly, " you are cruel and heartless ! I wouldn't have believed" She stopped, for Doctor Thayer, had sunk into a chair, and dropped hla face into his hands. "Please leave me a little whilo,Meeta," he said, in a low tone. That very morning, Rose lay in her berth in the ocean steamer Niagara, her face hidden in the pillow, her heart sick almost unto death. " You hnd better accept your friend's invftation to travel," one whose advice she asked, and whom alone she had confided, hud told her. " It will kill or cure; most probably cure." " I think it will kill," thought the poor girl, as she lay there counting the long paddle-strokes that pushed her further and further from all that she loved. " She shall be your wife In six months," whispered Mrs. Burkhardt exultantly to her son. " Then, mamma, you will have to do the business," he said, rather crossly. " I don't care about being refused a sec ond time." Mrs. Burkhardt took her prize direct ly to Paris. Rose had desired to see her guardian, in London ; but they had found an excuse for hurrying her on. Mr. Markharm wa9 oil' at Edlnburgh,or somewhere he could not be reached readily, and they could as well see him on their return. They would go to Paris for a little visit. Somewhat un willingly, Rose consented, and they staid but one day in London Mr. Markharm all the time within a half an hour's ride of them. Mrs. Burk hardt bad no idea of allowing the heiress of Mr. Stanley to be known and Introduced in London society. Neither did she mean that Rose should appear publicly among the novelty-loving Parisians, with her beautiful face and vast wealth to attract lovers as honey draws flies. The lady had been in Pails several times before, and was ac quainted at court, where she had a cousin married to a marquis; but in stead of taking rooms in a gay and fashionable locality, as she had before, Mrs. Burkhardt sought out a quiet and retired neighborhood, and lived in the most secluded manner. Rose did not know the difference any part of Paris would have been full of interest ; and since there was a church a few steps from the door where she could go to mass every morning, and since they visited all the notable places in Paris, she was content. There were paintings and statuary and gardens and palaces to be seen,and more delightful yet, there were the convents. Rose got admittance to every convent in Paris and vicinity, and in every one she left her trail in gold. An ornament for the chapel, a sum of money for Im provements, or for charities they all had, for some gift, reason to remember the dark-eyed young American sylph whom each one longed to claim for their own. For her social circle, It comprised Mrs. Burkhardt and Clarence no one else; but the girl scarcely desired more, and they exerted themselves to supply her every wish. Clarence was not too at tentive. Indeed, Rose sometimes wished be would be a little more friendly, and allow her to forget that she had once re fused bis band. She liked him as an unsophisticated girl is apt to like a man of the world, with a sort of won dering admiration of his perfect ac quaintance with what to her is utterly unknown, and with a confidence and reliance as pleasant for ber to feel as for him to Inspire. She longed to call him Cousin Clarence, aa she bad once done, and drop that stiff "Mr. Burkhardt" which bad some way taken its place. She wished that he would drop that way be bad of acting as though be thought she hated him, and was trying not to be in despair about it. In fine, she wished be would act less like a despairing lover, and more like a true friend. Then she could not fall to see that be was a re markably handsome and elegant young man, and she was sorry If be was un. happy about her. Altogether, Mr. Clarence Burkhardt was very much in his cousin's thoughts. He took care to be a good deal in her company, too. In the morning she never, or but seldom, saw him. When Bhe bade him good night, and went to her early and inno cent slumber, his day had but com menced. Then, dressing hastily, he went out to pass the night in some scene of gayety and dissipation, sometimes, on returning at morning, just escaping Rose, as she stole out, missal , in hand, to her early devotions. Every after noon he was at her disposal. But one day all this quiet life met with a change. As they sat in their saloon one afternoon Rose embroider ing on a wonderful cornuiunlon-cloth which she was going to present to her beloved sisters- in Saxon, Mrs. Burk hardt leaning back in her sofa, and somewhat absently twistflig the rings on her fingers, and Clarence reading aloud a letter from America they heard the unusual sound of rarrluge wheels in their little court-yurd, and five minutes after, with a greut rustling of silks, a lady tripped into the room, and, with silvery exclamation of delight and surprise, ran to embrace Mrs. Burk hardt. The Marquise of Bellevlew had only juHt learned of the presence of her relative In Paris, and after what she pro tested were superhuman efforts had dis covered her retreat. " I thought I would have to employ the police," she said, laughing; " lint, at all risks, I was quite determined to find you out." After another embrace, Bhe turned to greet Clarence, and be made acquainted with Rose, welcoming both to Paris with every appearance of cordiality and delight. And all the while she was thinking : "My black-eyed Cousin Barbara and her precious son are hiding this young beauty from me. I will find out what It means. She must be a prize, or they wouldn't take so much pains." And at the same time, while replying to her visitor's compliments with what sweetness Bhe could command at this moment, Mrs. Burkhardt was mentally complimenting her somewhat as fol lows : "Peste! she will spoil everything. She knows that at this moment I could tear her eyes out and yet how sweet and smiling she la I How Bhe looks at Rose, and pats her arm with that baby hand of tiers I She is determined to get the girl." Madame la Marquise was determined first to find out who the girl was. Miss Stanley 1 what, of England V Oh, of America. Madame did not know that there were any left of the family there and yet Rose called Mrs. Burkhardt aunt. Rose explained in a few words. "My name was Paulier; but when Mr. Walter Stanley died he made me his heiress, and wished me to take his name." " Oh I" Madame understood at once. She knew all that story. What a romance I So Mr. Stanley had found the daughter of his old love, and Just caught her from under the nun's veil. Rose must remember that she, the marquise, was also a sort of cousin. And she must let Paris see her; and, above all she must be presented to the dear empress. Her majesty liked romance, and was the sweetest creature living a perfect angel. The marquise would mention Rose to ber that very day. Mrs. Burkhardt tried to say some thing about Rose having an objectiou to gay society, and their intention to re turn to London right away ; but Rose quietly Interposed. " I would like to see the empress," she said. " I have always wished to. And there la no hurry about going to' Lon don, is there V" The marquise glanced triumphantly at ber cousin, and Mrs. Burkhardt drop ped her eyes to hide the anger iu them. Rose was presented to the empress, and Immediately fell in love with her ; Eugenie also taking an immediate fancy to the young stranger, and petting ber remarkably. "Cannot we persuade this white rose of yours to marry in Paris, and stay with us V ber majesty asked the mar quise. " Is she to marry ber cousin V You think not. Then, madame, do not let ber go." ' It was certainly time, Mrs. Burkhardt perceived, for vigorous measures. For several days Roso had noticed that her aunt, as she called her, was troubled and pre-occupled, and that Clarence scarcely appeared In the saloon. She felt un easy, but did not like to ask an explana tion. Perhaps they did not wish to re main any longer in Paris, and were dis inclined to Interrupt her pleasures by telling her so. At length she spoke to her aunt about it. " If you wish to go to London, aunt, I will go any time ; and we could return here." " I do not think it is best that we should go to London," Mrs. Burkhardt suid, in a constrained voice, looking down and tapping her foot on the car pet as she spoke. " I thought you wished It," Rose said in surprise. "I did; but circumstances have changed," was the cold answer. " Why, what has happened ' What Is the matter V Is any one ill or dead 1"' exclaimed Rose, in affright. Mrs. Burkhardt raised her eyes, and looked coldly and searchlngly at the girl, and even while looking, her face softened, and she held out her hand. " My dear, I know it is all false. Your look is too pure, too frank for guilt." " Guilt 1" repeated Rose.gro wing pale, " what guilt V what do you mean V" The lady seemed to consider a mo ment, then she drew Rose to a seat be side her on the sofu. " I will tell you the whole," she said, with an air of frank kindness; "for you ought to know. But, my dear, rely on my friendship, and that of Clarence, and do not fear that we will turn against you, or believe any slanders that may be circulated against you. Indeed, poor Clarence is almost crazy about It, and so angry that I am in mortal terror lest he should fight some one." "Tell me! tell me!" Rose broke out. " It Is said, my dear, that you are a favorite of the emperor, and that the Marquise of Belleview is a go-between, that you must meet him at her house, and that the empress only receives you because she is a afraid of her husband. All Paris believes it, and the story has gone both to Eugland and America. That Is my reason for being afraid to go England. It is doubtful if you should be admitted into society there." She paused a moment to mark the effect of her tale. Rose Bat motionless, as if turned to stone, and stared at her. " You can now see why I was not very willing to have you enter society with the marquise," she resumed. " Marie is a giddy creature, and scarcely a safe chaperon for an inexperienced girl." " No one can believe such a slander I" cried Rose wildly. " It is too horrible ! It is too false ! It is so easy to prove it falBe." "My poor child," Mrs. Burkhardt said with a sigh, " it is Impossible to re call or silence a slander that is once cir culated. I have done everything I could, but all in vain." Rose started up with a cry. " What shall I do ? What shall I do '("' walking to and fro, and wringing her bands. " It is worse than death." Mrs. Burkhardt went to her, put an arm about ber, and kissed the pallid cheeks. "My love," she said, "there is one way, and I hesitated to mention it, lest you might think it hard. If you were married, it would silence all this. Of course, if a gentleman of high standing were to marry you now, it would be a proof that the story was utterly false, since he would have the opportunities for knowing the truth." , " Who would marry a girl of whom euch things could for an instant be be lieved V" cried Rose, moaning between every breath. "No one who believed them," said the lady, in a whispered voice. " But one who loved and trusted you might be willing to show the world that be knew you to be Innocent." "No one loves me," moaned the girl, sinking into a chair, and biding ber face In ber hands. For a moment there was silence, then as she sat there with ber face bidden, some one knelt beside ber, and an arm gently encircled ber waist. " No, no one loves me," Rose repeat ed. " I have never found one who would forget himself for me, or stand by me through good and 111. My best friends are those dear sisters in Saxon, and per haps they would not receive me now." " There is one who loves you through good and ill 1" said a low voice at ber side. Rose started and lifted her face. Mrs. Burkhardt hud disappeared, and Clar ence was kneeling by her with his flushed face and tearful eyes raised toward her. "My poor durllng I" he 9ald tenderly, "come to me for protection. Be my wife, and no one In the world will dare to breathe a word against you." To be concluded next week. Showing His Diploma. A surgeon who had acquired an ex tensive practice was suspected by his envious competitors to have no diploma. With a view to expose him, they in vited bim to meet them at a certain tav ern, take a glusa of wine, compare notes concerning their early and professional education and exhibit their parchments. He accepted their invitation, and at the day appointed was ushered into a drawing-room with them, where one after another produced diplomas ; Eome bne, some two, some more. "These are fine, but I have a finer one." So, giving a signal forth came a crowd of mert, women and children. " Look here," said he, "this man was once blind, he now sees ; this child was once deaf, she now hears ; this man was once lame, he now walks; this woman was once a maniac, ehe Is now in her right mind. Behold my diploma, written not on parchment, but on the bodies and minds of my n stored pitients." So iu every department'of human ex ertion, the best diploma ia found in the fruits of our labors. Write you names in the history of your country, or on the hearts of its inhabitants. Only a Trifle. It is related of a Manchester manu facturer that, on retiring from business, he purchased an estate from a certain nobleman. The arrangement was that be should have the house with its furni ture, just as it stood. On taking pos session, however, he foynd that a cab inet which was in the inventory bad been removed ; and on applying to the former owner about it the latter said : " Well, I certainly did order it to be removed ; but I hardly thought you would have cared for so trilling a matter In so large a purchase." " My lord," was the reply, " if I had not all my life attended to trifles, I should not have been able to purchase the estate; and, excuse me for saying so, perhaps if your lordship had cared more about trifles, you might not have had occasion to sell it. Nearsightedness in Children. Encourage the pupil to look off the book frequently, to change the focus of sight by regarding some distant object. It is not enough to look around vague ly; the eye must be directed to some thing which must be clearly seen, like a picture or motto upon the wall, or a bit of decoration. The greatest damage to the eye of students is the protracted effort to focus the printed page. It was simple barbarous, the way we used to be "whacked" in school, when we looked off the book. . It is easy for the teacher to know the difference between the rest ing of the eye and the idle gazing around that cannot be allowed. I regard this rule as the most important, and the dis regard of it the most prolific of trouble. Educational Weekly. The Streim to the Mill. " I notice," said the stream to the mill, "that you grind beans fully as well as fine wheat." " Certainly," clacked the mill ; "what am I for but to grind 1 and so long as I work, what does it signify to me what the work is y My business is to serve my master, and I am not a whit more useful when I turn out fine flour than when I make the coarsest meal. My honor la not in doing fine work, but iu performing any that comes as well as 1 can." That fa what boys and girls ought to do do whatever comes in their way as well as possible.
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