vj T r-irwMi jmiaui.uJ....m......1iJ,Hii..J..,j..Mi.Tf. -D--r -'"ii-ifTiiwrr VOL.-XV. NEW I3LOOMFIELI3, TUESDAY, NOVEMlBISlt 10, 1881. NO. 40. THE TIMES. JU Independent Family Newspaper, 18 PUBLTBHBD IVBHT TUESDAY BT F. MORTIMER & CO. 0 TEUMH t INVARIABLY IN ADVANCE. I t.5o pi-.it vi:ai, i'ostakf: fiif.r. so cts. row e months. To subscribers residing In this county, where we have no postage to pay. a discount of 2 cents from the above terms wilt be made If payment Is made In advance. W Alvartislnn ratss furnished upon appllca tlon. geledt Poeti'y. WE'VE A BABY AT OUR HOUSE. We've got a baby at our house. Not much bigger than a mouse ; It lias such a tiny nose, Tiny feet and tiny toes. That I fancy some tine day It will wing Its flight away We've a baby at our house. We've a baby at our house Not much bigger than a aiouse; ' It has eyes as blue as blue, Kinglets Of a golden hue. And, If I remember right, Three months old 'twill be to night We've a baby at our bouse. We've a baby at our house Not much bigger than a mousei Little naughty, precious weight, Keeps me 'wake the livelong night. With Its crying I declare Sometimes makes me almost swear We've a baby at our house. We've a baby at our bouse Not much bigger than a mouse "Oh ! how happy yoa should be !" Said a friend of mine to me, "For there's many folks to-day Would give worlds If they could say We've a baby at our house. A Short Courtship. JUST after the close of tbe American Revolution, James Tudor, a young ship carpenter of Boston, sailed on board the Orient, a new and staunch-built ship, bound for Smyrna, at that time the largest and wealthiest city of the Levant. After the usual tedium and want of variety incidental to so long a voyage, the Orient arrived safely at that port and unshipped her anchor. The next morning, just as the cap tain's gig was being lowered for the ac commodation of that officer and the supercargo, who were then preparing to go on shore to report to the British Consul, and pay their respects to Mr. Tracey, the American merchant, to whom they bore letters of introduction and credit from Gray, Tollbltts & Co., the great Importing house at home, they perceived a small row-boat rapidly ap proaching the ship, and containing two persons a man, who was vigorously rowing, and one solitary female figure. When the boat came alongside, the boatman promptly assisted the lady on board. Somewhat wildly, but hesitat ingly, she inquired for the captain, who, In company with the supercargo, was pointed out to her. She was young and pretty, In fact, almost childlike, and eemed, from her wild, scared look, to be laboring under some deep anxiety or fear. She was dressed in garments of the richest materials, though seemingly thrown on in haste and with the great est negligence. She approached the captain, and, in a flurried, nervous way, inquired if she might be allowed to speak with him a moment alone. He answered in the affirmative, and, drawing her aside, out of the hearing of Lis companion, patiently prepared to listen ; for the sudden appearance of the etrange young woman on board his ship at so early an hour in the morning had greatly excited hie curiosity. "Will you excuse me," she began tim idly, "but are you a single or a married man V" Captain Ward glanced at tbe ques tioner curiously. Indeed it was a pecu Jiar question for a young woman to ask of bim, a perfect stranger. But he answered her with perfect good breeding and politeness. Yes, he was a married man. The young lady looked disappointed, but presently recovered. "Is there any gentleman on board your ship who Is not married, Bnd and whom you think would be willing to marry a rich young girl within the hour, and ask no questions? I will say she has been deeply wronged and perse cuted, but is nevertheless highly respect ed and virtuous, though she can only claim her property by clearly establish ing the fact of legal marriage." "Both of my mates are married," Bald the captain, "and the supercargo is en gaged to a young lady in Boston, to whom I understand, he will be married on our return. But hold," he added, reflectively, "there is our carpenter, James Tudor, a fine looking, gentleman ly young fellow as one might wish to see, and unmarried. In fact, lie is much more of a gentleman in his ways and manners , than any of ub, if we except Mr. Owley, yonder, the supercargo." "Can I Bee him V" inquired the strange youug lady, eagerly. "Oh, certainly, Miss, I will summon him directly." And James Tudor, the sprightly and handsome young carpenter, was sent for, and came promptly aft, where Cap tain Ward and his mysterious visitor weri standing. It was evident at a glance that Tudor had made, at first sight, a favorable im pression upon the young lady. Captain Ward therefore excused him self to the lady, and leaving her alone with Tudor, rejoined Owley, when the two shortly after took their seats in the gig and were pulled ashore by the four seamen in waiting. At the awkward introduction of the captain, the carpenter touched his tar paulin, politely, and made a low and graceful bow, which went far toward captivating the heart of the young lady. "Dear sir," she Bald, blushing and trembling visibly, "I have what may appear a very unmaldenly proposal to make. There is a wealthy young lady, in whose service and Interest I am now employed, who cannot obtain possession of her rights excepting by marriage, as a proviso to that effect was unfortunately embodied in her father's will. "Her uncle was appointed her guar dian, and, taking advantage of the eitua tlon, has since attempted to make a traffic of her hand by marrying her to a wretch whom she loathes, in considera tion of his yielding up to him one-half of the property, which amounts, I am told, to over fifty thousand pounds sterling. It is now the good wish of this young lady to marry some one else, and thus defeat the unprincipled guar dian, who has been to her, since her father's death, a most unmerciful tyrant. She is pretty and amiable, and, have every reason to believe, would devotedly love her husband. And now I come to the difficult part of my mission. Will you, a stranger from a foreign shore, take pity on her hopeless condition and marry her V The moment you are mar ried she will make over to you her en tire fortune." "I will marry her," said James Tudor, "if for nothing more than to spite her tyrant, but I will not be bo mercenary as to exact her fortune for so slight a service." "Come, then, my boat awaits you ; let there be no delay," said the young lady, greatly overjoyed at bis ready answer. "You need make no alteration in your toilet, as I am supplied with ample means, and have been authorized to procure for you the most costly gar ments to be found in the market. Hardly knowing how the adventure was likely to end, Tudor followed the strange young lady into her boat and they were speedily landed at the market wharf. She hailed a cab and the two entered it. They were driven to a locality men tioned by the young lady, where our young American enjoyed the delightful luxury of a Turkish bath, which left his naturally clear skin as pure and white as an infant's. Their next step was to visit one of the most fashionable Eugllsh clothiers in the city, where Tudor, at the earnest solicitation of tbe young lady, secured the richest and most expensive outfit in the establishment. , The proprietor himself assisted young Tudor in the arrangement of his toilet, and when once attired in those elegant and costly habiliments, a finer-looking gentleman could not have been met in the city of Smyrna. He was tolerably well educated, too ; well read, with a great flow of language at his command, picked up from the works of Steele, Addison and others, with whom, in his leisure hours, he had made himself thoroughly conversant, added to which he was naturally pos sessed of easy, graceful and winning manners. When his toilet was complete he glanced admiringly Into the full-length mirror before him, and was then ushered triumphantly into the presence of the young lady by the gra tilled proprietor. She looked at him in a half bewildered way, as though Bhe were in some doubt of his Identity, and then her eager face was suddenly overspread with agenulue blush of pleasure, and, taking his arm, they re-entered the cab, which was still In waiting, and were driven directly to the residence of an Episcopal clergyman, the address of whom had been previous ly given by the young lady. On alighting from the close cab they were ushered into the parlor by an ofll cious servant girl, where they were pres ently joined by the clergyman. "You must speak to him," whispered the youug lady, blushing crimson, for, as you may have guessed, I am to be the bride, if you do not object to me." "Nay, on the contrary," whispered Tudor, his cheeks glowing with a manly pleasure, "I am overjoyed to hear that it Is you. But please tell me by what name I am to Introduce you V" "Susan Faber," whispered his fiancee, smiling through her blushes. The young American promptly ac cepted his cue, and proceeded with a graceful introduction of the young lady, as well as the purpose for which he had called. The clergyman bowed and withdrew, but presently reappeared with his wife and two daughters as witnesses. When the interesting ceremony was over, they again entered the cab, and were driven to the residence of the Brit ish Consul, before whom the new made bride made a clear statement of all the facts. As good fortune would have it, Cap tain Ward and Supercargo Owley arrived just as she concluded, and both readily vouched for the responsible and gentle manly character of James Tudor, the bridegroom, and a messenger was Imme diately sent for the false guardian. When he arrived and saw how mat ters stood he ground his teeth In sup pressed rage, but wisely declined to teBt the validity of the marriage. He relinquished on the spot all further claims as tbe guardian of his niece, and, at the request of the consul, made out a hurried schedule of ail the property then under his control belongiug to the afore said niece, Mrs. Tudor. A fortnight later, and the happy bride came Into lawful possession of the fifty thousand pounds lefther by her father, and on the subsequent return of her husband to Boston, where with the money thus received was purchased the wharf which bears their family name to this day. Railroad Anecdotes. A CONDUCTOR the Great North, em Paclflo Railroad tells a story il lustrative of the iguorance and tbe ro ugh belligerent character of some of the people along the route, who are more familiar with hip-pocket pistols than with conductor's ticket punches. "I had only made one run here," said the conductor, "when ing one of the sidings, we took down a Simon pure, double-fisted grey-eye of the pioneers', those fellows who live a life In advance of civilization, making the way easier for others, but always leaving in time to escape the press and improvements, the foundation for which he has so surely laid. Evidently he had never before seen the interior of a car, for it was some moments before he con cluded to seat himself, which he did cautiously, and with that qulck.nervous twinkle of the eye which men constant ly on the alert for danger exhibit. Let ine say here that in this country every man carries a pistol, and generally in his back pocket. Well, as I had already seen tbe other passengers' tickets, I took my time about matters and slowly walked up to my man and put my hand, with the usual quick motion, behind me to get my punch ; but before I could say 'ticket, air 1' quicker than powder the muzzle of a six-shooter swelled under my eyes, and a hearty voice rang out : 'Tut her back, stranger, I've got the drap on ye I" (You may laugh, but I shook hands over a free ride anyway). I happened down the road another time when there was a service held in the new depot. Old Hayes a one legged preacher, had permission to hold a meeting there. Hayes wore an old fashioned wooden leg, strapped in place and held firm by a leather around the waist, and this be ing uncomfortable he was constantly tug ging at it. Very few of the hands knew him, and they thought it a good chance to have some fun ; and a very rough Bet they were that filed in that evening, and filled the back Beats. Of course some few railroad ofllclals and ladies were present. Flanks raised on boxes and some few chairs 6erved as seats, while the preacher stood behind an empty whiskey barrel, on which were his lamp and books. From the singing of the first hymn to the close of service an ever increasing buzz and noise disturbed worship ; but old Hayes in his quiet way went on oblivious of it all. The forms gone through with, he prepared to dismiss his congregation with the usual benediction. "Let us pray," he said and siowly put his hand behind him under his coat-tails. The sudden silence was wonderful, and as he got on his knees every mother's son on the back benches knocked down quicker than a diver. The old fellow never dreamt of drawing a pistol, but his habit of hitching at that strap served him good Btead. A BARBER'S ROMANCE. LESS than a hundred miles from the Press office is a neat little barber shop, into which a reporter walked a few days since to undergo the customary tonsorlal refreshment. The man of the razor was evidently a foreigner, a stal wart specimen of manhood, nearly as dark as an Indian and straight as an ar row. His mustache was fiercely waxed in military style, and his accent showed him a native of sunny Italy. While re clining in the comfortable chair the eye of tbe reporter fell upon the rack of cups which is to be been in every well-regulated barber-shop. The cups inscribed with the names or initials of their own ers or some gaudy device were as plenti ful as usual. While tbe occupant of the chair gazed listlessly upon the number of mugs opposite, his eye was attracted by one different from anything he had ever seen in a similar place. It was an ordinary porcelain cup, but Instead of flaming in crimson and gold it was col ored jet black. On the front was the inscription : I 8 Agosto, 1S77 i : Data Fatale. j To an inquiry as to what the inscrip tion signified, the attendant hesitated and then said : "It means unlucky day for man zat owns ze cup." "I understand that," was the response, "but I wish to know what was the cause of that fatal day. Who is the owner of thecupV" "Oh, one of ze customers," was the reply. "I know not his name." All attempts to draw the man out were futile, as he would say nothing more. . A few days afterward the reporter again dropped into the same shop and found the other barber, a keen young American, alone, his foreign companion having gone to dinner. He was asked if he knew the history of the curious cup. "Oh I yes," said he, "it belongs to the other man. He told me the story soon after he came here, one night when bus iness was dull and we were sitting here alone. He seemed to be kind o' medi tating like and talked away for some time, but as soon, as I tried to ask him any questions he shut up and refused to say any more. This is about what he told me : He is an Italian nobleman of an old but poor family, and his name is Casimir Conte Bella Monte. He was born in Turin on September 10, 1853, and educated In that city and in Rome. When only 17 years old he fell in love with a young lady named Christian! Bosca, whose parents opposed the match because he was not rich. Caslmlr was quite talented, a good linguist and an ex cellent singer having appeared several times in amateur opera. He had not much money, to be sure, but then he loved the girl and told her so. They saw each other occasionally for two years or more, and then her parents stopped their meetings by sendlngr her to a convent for safe keeping. H was near ly 0 years old at that time, and like many other young men of Italy, he followed Garibaldi to fight for bis coun try. He was with him through the campaign and rendered distinguished service for which he was personally complimented by the General. "After the war was over he returned to Turin and called at the convent in wbicli his betrothed had been placed to see her once more. He there learned to his horror that she had been deceived by a young priest in whom she reposed the greatest love and confidence. Casimir sought the priest and taxed bkn with his infamy and forced from him-a virtu al acknowledgement of his guilt. When Casimir told me this the hot blood flew to his face and be looked like a maniac. He didn't seem to know be was talking to me, but went right oh as if be was compelled to tell the story. He was in uniform when he saw the priest, and he had hanging by his Bide the short sword of an officer of petty rank. - When he heard the reply he drew the weapon and struck the priest, who fell bleeding on the ground. Then Casimir realised for the first time that he had placed his own life and liberty in peril, and he fled. He roved through Switzerland, Belgium, Spain and other countries. Upon arriv ing in France he found an Italian opera company just upon the polntof embark ing for America, and joined it, as his fine voice and previous experience fitted him for a position. The company came to this country but was not very success ful, and soon went back again. He re mained here, and for a time I gness was pretty bard up. He didn't know what to do for a time, and then he remember, ed that he had learned to shave while In the army and was considered a good barber. He tried to get work and suc ceeded so well that he stuck at it. After awhile he drifted to this city and has been here for several months. He had that cup made soon after he came to this country, and, of course only uses it himself. He keeps it where he can see it all the time, and now and then I find him looking at that date, '3rd of August, 1877,' and muttering to himself in Ital ian. It's dangerous to talk to him then, and I don't think he has ever told the story of it to any one but me." Phila delphia Press. A Political Love Story. The son of an old Jacksonlan Demo crat, living near the Maryland border in Pennsylvania, having been successful in his suit for the affections of a young lady, asked his sire one day after dinner for permission to marry. The old gen tleman lowered his spectacles and, glanc ing over them for a moment or two, quietly asked : "What Is her father? Is he a free trader or a protectionist V "I don't know what he is now," re joined the prospective son-in-law, "but when I first visited Mary he was both." "Both! Nonsense I" "Yes, both ; he protected her every , time we tried to sneak off, and he was the freest trader with his boot that I ever came across." In Good Hands. He was a young country fellow, a lit tle awkward and bashful, but of sterling worth of character. She was a Cincin nati belle, and had sense enough to ap preciate his worth despite his awkward ness and bashfulness,und was his fiancee. . On a gloomy Sunday evening last win ter they were standing in front of tbe window In the parlor of her home on East Walnut Hills, watching the snow flakes rapidly falling outside. He was not up in the society email talk, and being hard up for something to say, re marked.as be watched the snow falling : "This will be hard on the old - man's Bheep." "Never mind, dear," said Bhe, slipping her arm around him, "I will take care of one of them." tS" Marriage keeps men out of mis chief; so does a ball and chain.
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