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i , 11 isslssi : i i i - i- -ijB i Isili VOL. XIV. NE W BLOOMFIELD, 1J.A., TUESDAY, DECEMBER 28, 188O. NO. 52, THE TIMES. la Independent Family Newspaper, 18 PUBUSHKDEVKRT TUESDAY BY F. MORTIMER & CO. 0 ' TERMS t INVARIABLY IN ADVANCE. $1.30 Pi: USAII, POSTAGE FIIEK. 80 CTS. i'OH 6 MONTHS. To subscribers residing In this coi'kty, wltere we hare no postage to pay, a discount of cents from the above terms will be made If payment Is made In advance. W Advertising rates furalshed upon appli?a tlon. The Doctor's Fees. MIIS. WINTMNGHAM'S drawing room was a bright and comforta ble place with Its handsome carpets and gilded tables, and deep couch-like sofa, covered with crimson satin, and the mossy rug in front of the fire into which your feet sank as if it had been strewn inch deep with newly-gathered rosebuds. And the fire glimmered in the polished grate, and the wax candles beamed through tbelr ground glass shades ; and you might have fancied the apartment expressive created for sweet words and honeyed flirtations, and read ings from the poets, and the various other pleasant occupations which are supposed to belong to high life. But not for frowns and lowering looks, Buch - as now disturbed the equanimity of Mrs. Wintrlngham'a - artistically - enameled countenance, as she stood there in a rustling chameleon-colored silk dress, ., with red carbuncles hanging from her ears, while Josephine Moore stood pale and shrinking before her. "Such forwardness I never saw," said Mrs. Wintringham. " No never! .And I wish you to understand that it is not going to be tolerated in decent soci ety, Miss Moore. A governess yes, a common nursery governess, whom Mr. Wintringham is good enough to employ to sit the whole of the evening and flirt with young Dr. Aymer 1" " I did not flirt," pleaded poor Josie. 'He was only asking me about the arrangements of Mendelssohn's music, which " "Ohj very likely," tittered Mrs. Wintringham, sarcastically. "He is very much interested in music, I've no doubt. And when you know perfectly well that Octavia expected him to be talking all the time to her. Well, really I don't know what this world is coming to. One thing I wish you to understand that you are dismissed from my em ployment from this very moment. You will find your wages on the mantel yon der, for I don't grudge you the quarter's money,. though you do leave in this ir regular manner. Of course you won't expect a character, for I can't conscien tiously give you one." Josie Moore turned very red and then pale. She did not speak a word of re monstrance, however, but, slowly turn ing round, went up to her own room, put on her bonnet and shawl, packed her lender belongings into a small trunk and leftrthe house. Half an hour later Mrs. Wintringham rustling through the well-warmed rooms espied the money lying untouched on the marble mantle, where she herself had placed it. " Dear me 1" quoth the stately dame, " the governess has forgotten her wages. Well, I shan't take the trouble to send them after her I" Josie went home to the poor but neat apartments where her aunt took in em broidery to do for a fashionable shop, and told her simple tale. Aunt Mary's eyes, already reddened with night work and much application, were quick to overflow in her neice's behalf. " It's a burning shame," said the poor woman, " that such people should have it in their power to tyrannize over others. But never mind Josie you shall be welcome to a home here until you find auother situation." "' " I knew I should, Aunt Mary." " What makes you speak so hoarsely, child ?" "My throat is a little sore, aunt; I think I have caught fc cold." " You had better let me make you a cup of hot tea, and go to bed at once." " Nonsense, aunt," cried Josie cheeri ly. " I am going to help you finish this first." But the next morning Josie waked up hot and flushed and feverish, with a racking pain over her temples and quite unable to rise ; and before evening she was delirious. " Bob," said aunt Mary, as Bhe came out of her neice's bedroom, with a troubled face, and went down into the passage where the landlady's red headed son was playing marbles, " I want you to go to Dr. Callery's and ask blm to come here as quick as possible. Don't delay a moment Bob, for it may be a matter of life or death." " Yes," said Bob, stolidly, and away he went. , " Is the doctor in V' deuiandeiLBob of the assistant at Dr. Cafl'ery's. " No, he aint," said the Oaunymede of medicine. "When'llhebeluV" " Don't know," was the listless reply. Bob wasted no more time in useless inquiry, but set off for some other doctor. " If it's really a matter of life aud death," thought sensible Bob, " it don't make any difference what doctor they have." Bo it happened that young Dr. Aymer who had just returned home from visit ing a patient, found himself confronted by a small red-headed boy. " Please to come directly sir, to No. 10 Duke's court," cried our Master Bob, exaggerating somewhat on his literal orders. " It's a case of life and death." Mrs. Wintringham had sent Josephine Moore away in order that she might be effectually out of Dr. Aymer's path ; but fate and Mrs. Wintringham were marshaled on opposite sides this time, and that rising young physician walked into JoBie's Blck room quite unconscious whom he was to behold. Qeorge Aymer started a little when he looked into the dark brown eyes ; but Josie smiled up in his face. " It wasn't my fault," she said, inno cently. " I never dreamed of offending Mrs. Wintringham, but it was wrong, very wrong of her to turn me out of doors." " You Bee she is delirious," exclaimed Aunt Mary. " Ye s," said Dr. Aymer, in a faltering voice, " I see." So while Miss Octavia Wintringham lounged in the handsome drawing room dressed in silk attire, watching the gild ed hands of the clock, and wondering why the expected did not come, ' Dr. Aymer was sitting by Josephine Moore's bedside, counting the rapid pulsing of her slender wrist, and thinking that he had never seen anything so beautiful as her pure, oval face aud lovely hazel eyes. " So you think I am really cured, doc tor V" said the fair convalescent. Josephine was sitting up in Aunt Mary's easiest chair, dressed in a loose wrapper, with her brown hair netted back from her face. "Yes," said the handsome young physician, "as we say of our hospital cases, I think I may mark you down as 'discharged cured.' I do not think it necessary for me to pay any more visits here, unless" Josephine blushed deeply. "I am afraid, Doctor," she faltered, glancing at Aunt Mary, who looked equally distressed, "that I that we shall not be able to to hand you your fees Just yet" " I was not thinking of my fees," observed Dr. Aymer. " But we must think of it," said Jose phine. "And you won't let me come any more as a doctor." Josephine looked pained. " If our means ," she begau. " What nonsense !" laughingly inter rupted the doctor. " I see I shall have to be more explicit. May I come, then, as your suitor? as your future husband Y Will that do, Josie ?" The soft pink flushes chased away the paleness of tho young girl's cheeks. " Dr. Aymer!" " Yes, Miss Josephine Moore 1" Do you really" " I do really love you V" exclaimed the young doctor, fervently. "But Miss Octavia Wintringham what will she say Y" " What has Miss Octavia Wintring ham to do with it, I should like to know V She is nothing to me; nor was she ever anything more than the merest acquaintance!" "Then," said Josie, speaking very low, "if that be the case, you may come again. But, as for your fees " "As for my fees," interposed the doc toa, gaily, " I will send the account in to your husband after you are mar ried!" But as no entry of the transaction was ever made on the doctor's books, we may presume that this was one of his "bad debts." And Mrs. Wintringham never called" on Mrs. Aymer. A True Shark Story. IT may not be generally understood that in the playful marine acrobat, the porpoise, the shark possesses an In placable enemy that will permit no intrusion on its fishing grounds. The writer first learned this fact from two old and experienced fishermen when out on a fishing excursion one lovely August day, off Swan Beach, New Jersey. It came in the course of a story, which is here given as it was told in the boat. The fisherman were serious and quiet men, watchful and ready ; and I noticed that they not only used no profane ex pressions themBelveB, but appeared to be annoyed and distressed at the occasional expletives that escaped me under the exasperating excitement of losing a fine fish from the hook after hauling it to the surface. Somewhat surprised at the demeanor I had not been accustomed to in "tollers of the sea," I asked them at last If anything was the matter. They replied very respectfully, that being religious men and members of the Meth odist church they felt pained by every thing approaching the sin of profanity, and that if I would listen they would tell me the story of their remarkable deliverance from death which resulted in their conversion. ' It was as follows : Some ten years ago we were hard drinkers, swearers, wild surfmen and fisherman. We never entered a church, aud cared for neither God nor devil. On a fine Sabbath morning in August, 1807, we started at daylight for this very reef of rocks. With plenty of bait, we looked for four or five hundred weight of sea-bass, flounders and black fish. At first we pulled them up as fast as our lines touched the bottom ; then we had not a single bite. Surprised, we looked up and around, preparatory to changing our ground. To our astonishment the water was alive with sharks. We com menced pulling up our anchor, when a savage fish rushed to the bow and bit the rope in two. Then we hoisted sail, but the moment we put the steering oar into the water several sharks began biting it into pieces. So we were com pelled to take in sail and drift.. We were in the midst of a school of sharks two miles long and a half mile broad. They were all sizes, from six feet long to twelve or fourteen. They swarmed around our boat, and dashed it one-third full of water with their tails. We had to bail, one with his hat and the other with the bait pall. Every, moment some big fellow would put his nose almost on our gunwale, while his yellow tiger eyes glared ferociously at the pale faces. One shark dashed at the boat and seized one of the side planks, and almost shook us out of our seats. For tunately his teeth broke off, and away he went with bleeding jaw. In a moment he was torn to pieces and de voured. Then the school returned to us again. We were in despair, and never expect ed to see shore again. We could not sail, we could not row, aud were drifting out to sea. Finally, Charlie said : " Bill, we are in an awful muss. Let us see if God will help us." We knelt down and prayed for help, and confessed our sins, and promised amendment and repent ance. We had hardly finished before we saw a great school of porpoises. They burled themselves out of the water, jumping twenty feet at a bound. Soon we were in the midst of them. The sharks started out to sea, hut the por poises were too quick for them. They bit and tore the sharks fearfully. Some times three porpoises would have hold of one shark. Then they jumped out of the water and fell heavily on these tigers of the ocean. The fiiiht continued for miles, and we were saved. We rowed safely to shore and became pro fessors of religion and gave- up swearing and drinking and all vloes. We have respeot for porpoises, and believe if they were not so plentiful, the New Jersey shore would swarm with sharks, and then good-bye to fishing and bathing,. Very Animated. SEVERAL nights ago, says the New, Orleans I'icayune, Rev. Mr. Mul- bury, a Presbyterian minister, and liev. Mr. Sassafras Swing, a Methodist circuit rider, stopped at a hotel iu Little llock. The two men had held a union meeting together aud were friends. They agreed to occupy the same room, aud when they had been "shown up" a pleasant conversation on the general welfare of the church was Introduced by Mr. Mill bury. "Yes," said Brother Sassafras Swing, placing his feet on, the round of the chair and beginning the work of remov ing his shoe, "it 1 good that preachers of different denominations talk to each, other." " It advances the cause," replied. Mr.. Mulbury. "It moves the Gospel car. with more celerity for ministers, to. ex change ideas." " Mr. Mulbury, why is it that yoa alters say minister V You ain't ashamed of preacher, are you V" " I say minister because it is correct. I was taught at college to speak cor rectly, and I Intend to do so," " Peter, the fisherman, didn't have no, such foolishness." " No, and Peter could not preseut the Gospel so eloquently and feelingly as Paul." " Paul might have had more book, larnen, but when you struck him on the subject of horse sense, Peter was the captain. I have said it many and many, a time, and I expect to say it many times more, that I'm glad that X never rubbed my back agin a college wall." " That's intended as a fling at me,' said Mr. Mulberry, emphatically. "Any body could discover the fact In a moment, Mr. Swing, that you never, rubbed your head against a college wall." " I can preach all around you, all the same." "You couldn't preach a genuine ser mon to save your life." "Well, I'll just bet you fifteen hun. Urea DunUles of rodder and a young heifer that I can preach the socks right offeu you. And don't you forget It. I've rid a circuit too long to be bully ragged by a school house top-knot." Mr. Mulbury's face flushed. He look ed at his companion for a moment, arose and said : " I dislike to use such violent language, but allow me to say that you, are au ignorant old liar.'' Brother Sassafras Swing sprang to his feet, kicked his shoes out of the way, shoved up his sleeves and exclaimed ; "I didn't want to truck with you, but you've raised my bile. Cut your ca pers!" The two meu dived at each other. Mr. Mulbury jammed his thumb into Swing's eye and exclaimed : " He that hath eyes to see, let him Bee." Mr, Swing reached around, caught Mul bury's ear between his teeth, and mut tered : ' He that has ears to hear let him hear." The porter Heard the. raoket, rushed into the room and attempted to separate the men, but Swing bit him on the leg. Finally the clerk and two drummers rushed in and dragged the men into the hall. " The uneduoated brute!" panted Mr, Mulbury. " The school house top-knot 1" puffed Brother Sassafras Bwing. "1 can ran the tecks often him any time." It has been considered better not to take the case into court. The Cunning of the Fox. Many curious anecdotes are told of the craft of the fox, some of which are, bo doubt, apocrypal, but others, doubtless, true. Naturalists assert that it has been frequently authenticated that the fox has counterfeited death to escape capture. have been told a story of this kind within a few daysby a person who claims that he was an eye witness of the affair. Soma fishermen on the west coast of Ire and, had gone a few hundred yards from land, in quest of bait. The island was inhabited by large numbers rabbits aad eeuld be reached at low tide by. wading, the water then being only a few lnobes deep. One morning they went in their boat quite early, it being high tide, and on landing saw a dead fox lying on the beaoh. The fur of the animal was all bedraggled, and he seem ed to have been drowned. One of the men remarking that his skin was worth something, pitched him into the boat. Procuring their bait they returned to the mainland, and the man who had possessed himself of the fox seized him by the tall and flung him on shore. As soon as the animal touched the ground he pioked himself up with considerable agility for a dead'fox and shot off like a flash up among the cliffs, while the men stood -staring at each other in mute astonishment, The men concluded that be bad crossed over to the island during the night when- the tide was low, In search of' rabbits, and finding in the morning that he was cut off from the mainland counterfeited death, with the expectation of thereby procuring a pas sage to the shore in the boat, an expec tation which was fully realized. Haw They Got Hln Down. One day recently, as the insane patients of the great Charity Hospital at Berlin were taking their accustomed exercises in the gardens of that estab lishment, under the supervision of sev eral attendants, one of them, a lunatic cab driver, of herculean strength, con trived, to Blip away from his companions and to clamber up the trunk of a huge elm tree. Having reached one of the topmost Limbs, and armed himself with a stout branch, he announced his inten tion, of staying there forever. No oner dared. to. attempt his capture by force;., so, after a couple of hours had elapsed, , the medical authorities summoned to . their assistance a detachment of the fire brigade and an engine, which forth-, with began to play upon the deranged gymnast. Having drenched him for a ten minutes' spell the firemen sum-, moned him to a parley, but could get nothing of him save a fantastic and hlghflown speech of thanks-, for their " refreshing attentions." Another and still more protracted deluge prov ing equally ineffectual In inducing him to descend, the warders and police men recurred to friendly negotiations, and their persuasions at lenght moved the triumphant madman to declare that if they would pay homage to his gym nastic skill and herolo endurance by three rounds or enthusiastic applause,ne would come down. His terms were promptly accepted, and he descended to terra firnia amid the vehement! plaudits of policemen, warders and firemen, thus Honorably capitulating alter a siege ot five hours and a-half duration. ' She was Willing. A London newspaper tells a curious story about a gentleman who proposed at a dinner party to a lady who Is now his wife. He had been a lover for some time, but never quite persuaded himself up to the point of popping the question. During the eventful dinner be learned, from the person sitting next to him that a rival intended that evening to make an attack upon his Dulcinea's heart. . She was sitting at some distance from him at the table, and the rival was at her side. He was equal to the emer gency, however, fcr tearing a half-leaf from his note-book, he wrote upon it :. " Will yoa be my wife ? Write your answer, yes or no, upon this paper and return it to me." Calling a waiter the ingenious lover sent the missive to " the lady in blue at the end of the table be very careful." The servant did .as directed, but the lover in his anxiety forgot to send his pencil. The lady had presence of mind however, and tucking the note into ner bosom, said to the waiter ; " Toll the gentleman yes." Force of Imagination. A Hoboken drug clerk had gumption enough to give powdered chalk instead of arsenlo to a youth who looked as if he wanted to commit suicide. But drug clerks have no imagination, and can't realize the extent to which it works in others. The desperate youth swallowed that chalk, aud lay down lu the street to, die. Ho thought it was arsenlc,and was suffering intense agony when picked up. by the police. When told it was not arsenic, but only chalk, he promptly recovered.