The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1869-06-04
MORNING, JUNE 4, 1869.

ofsilks, satins and d.peries, while on the sofa
lay piles on pilea Of garments. 1l5 D. r..
Look = triumphantly nodded Mn. Nsir.
'Sybil's trousseau.' f-- ..a-rg -,-.-n
Mr.. Bunker stared silently. -n
'Cashmere shawl, Ave hundred dollars; black
thread, three hundred; white llama, seventy
1--WE; thread lace parasol, forty; the drcss, whit'
silk, two fly; opera hat, from Madame Z Etoile,
sixty; ermine fars, nfty; mink set, one hundred
and twenty. Not bad beginning, shi'
But gssped Mr.. Bunker. III thought Mr..
ReIley was poor .t-.
so he is; but, dear me, as tell Sybil, she'll
never be married but once, and s she's going TO
have 3 rich husband, It's Just swell to begin -
she means to 90 on. Dear little sybil, she has
such taste for elegant drcss, and-but where
are you going, Herodotus 2 f..... ...
For Mr., Bunker. unable to disguise his terrors
and apprehensions, had 'bolted.' Clara laugh
cd to herself.
Not . bad idea, borrowing all the nico shswls,
fus and laoes on the street, TO say nothing Of
Mis-. Millionaire's wedding dress thought the
shrcwd matron. ooh, Sybil, my dear, II you'd
only known how to manage, you would have
been Mrs. Harley Winter long ago.
The next day Mrs. Nair oon6dentially showed
her dear Herudotus' little memorandum Of
the things which 'Sybil couldn't possibly get
along without In her new house. PED
For Of course you'll have house on Mad
ison avenue. or Gramercy place, at the very
least
Mr.. Bunker made no reply; he simply opened
his mouth and shut Il mutcly. like fish in the
agonies Of deficient respiration.
NeItday but one the sly matron hinted 70 Mr..
Bunker that Sybil was delicate, and that .
month in Washington every winter, and q month
In Saratoga every summer was just what she
needed to build her up.
I'm 50 glad on that account that she's going
to marry rich,' sighed Clara, with gold
mounted cassolette at her nose. -'
And not until Mr.. Nair's return from Detroit
did the systematic series Of prosecutions cease.
Glad to sec you again. Bunker cried the
paterfamilias, with squeeze Of the hand. 4
hspe you've learned thing or two In your
weeks experience In housekeeping
Il most assurediy have.' solcmnly returned
Hcrodotus, with an emphasis on words which
spoke volumes.
But he did not divulgc the exact nature Of the
various infeenccs he had drawn until that eve
ming, when Mr.. Rexlcy dropped In to smoke a
social cigar with his son .in-law IN esse, and his
son-in-law IN Juiuro.
"A cosy place you've got Of Il here, Stephen
he said, looking approvingly around. 'Isup-
pose you'll have just such another smoking room
In your establishment, Bcnker, ehf'
Mr.. Bunker turned green and white, and
moved uncasily in his chair. ...s-f
Ill don't know about dat,' he hesitatcd.
To tell you the truth, Mr.. ReIley, I've been
thinking the matter deliberately over, and I've
-ahem- about concluded that Pm too old to
change my condition, In fact, that
Miss sybil ought to have younger and smarter
husband, and
Hey p calculated Mr.. RsIley, dropping his
cigar on the sofa pillow, where Il burned hole
through the nose Of worstcd work-dog.
'ind,' added Bunker, rccklcssly,-'In short,
I'll be hanged before will get married.
There. now you have Il. You may sue me for
breach Of promise II you like, or you may lot IL
alone. II will make no sort Of difference to me-
I know I've been fool, but II allowed matters
to 60 step further, should be lunatic.'
And he rose up with folded arms and stalkei
doggcdly out Of the room muttering, rs he went,
something about mot going to be ruined by any
woman's cxtravagance at his time Of life'
That was the last that the Re1lcy family saw
Of Mr.. Herodotus Bunker In the character Of as
piring lover; and sybil-happy sybil-freed
from her jewellcd fcttcrs, returned unopposed to
her bright dreams Of 'lovc In o cottage I'm
opposed, for Mrs. ReIlcy declared that 'after all
that had been said about wedding, wedding
there should be, II sybil married no better
match than Harley Winter
but when Mr.. Bunker received tho cards Of
Mr.. and Mrs. Harley Winter, he promptly re-
sponded with set Of gold coffee spoons.
And I've got of cheaply at that was his
internal comment
While sybil, tho pretticst bride that ever
wovc orange blossoms into coronal OF golden
hair, folded her sister close TO her breast and
whispered,
'Oh, Clam, Clara, owe oil this to you.'
my DEAR said Mrs. Nair, laughing through
her tears, there's nothing woman cant DO II
she sets herself about IT,