Wyandot County Republican. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1869-1903, 1872-06-20
VOL. XXVII.

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conscientious charge of the property,
often being obliged to neglect his own
business, but had never seen the lady,
their communication having been entirely
through the lawyer. Now, In his own
| room, as he thought of the reasons, he
dashed his hands into his dressing gown
pockets, and fairly howled in the midst
of which ebullition he rushed into the
closet, threw the letters on the floor, and
piled boxes, boots, books, everything he
could get hold of, on them.
Ach! he, Bulbo George Washington
Bulbo Ia man most scrupulous on such
points. Could he not strangle that shad-
owless monster? What If he was poor :?
If he had been rich he would have done
the same-he, who had come and gone in
this famous city of Brookley for ten
years, treading his quiet path of life un-
criticised. He never used his modest wit
against any one more than to give harm
less thrust at a fellow-sufferer for the ben
eft of his pretty, much-amused compan-
ion at some amiable ea-fght," where
ones friends are served up hot with the
fragrant urn, and their favorite foibles
form an appetizing sauce for the tempt
ing rasher. Why had this come upon
him ? He was pursued night and day :;
the very air was full of whispers even
haunted in his own chambers no secret
place where he could escape eyes,"
every one said, che will marry her !"
"See how he looks after the property :"
"That's a nice nest-egg for him, and no
mother-in- law :" "Observe how the sly
rogue keeps the rest away-lucky dog p
Then to him, "When will the happy
event come off, eh, Bulbo ?" Clapping
him on the shoulder, 4" say you were
born with gold spoon in your mouth. "
Protestations were of no avail his most
sincere acts were against him. 1t was
fairly unendurable. Something must be
done. He had thought of suicide but
that would never do, for then the voiceful
torment would spring upon his inanimate
body, and proclaim, in far-r reaching tones,
:" He proposed, and she Tilted him." No,
no! And Mr.. Bulbo feverishly paced his
room, looking here and there for an es-
cape.
At last he stood, with his hair bristling
wildly, and burst into loud, echoing
laugh. The closet door creaked, and he
shouted in reply:
cay, come out ! come out | dread
you no more You're outwitted-out-
witted p and, dragging valise from a
recess, he began to hurl in articles, max
ing the most extravagant demonstrations
of delight the while.
Was he crazy? No, but solution of
his difficulty was presented. He would
marry some good girl Immediately, and
then what could they say? He paused for
nothing, except once or twice to glance
at the closet, until the valise was packed
and locked, when he sat down upon it to
| wipe the perspiration from his forehead
| and consider where he should 60. Then,
| in the quiet which ensued, he realized the
sacrifice he was about to make. His easy
chair so inviting, his dressing gown SO
comfortable, his freside so cozy, his be-
longings so conveniently scattered about,
his club meetings, his pleasant little din
ners with friend or two-all would van
ish like a happy dream, to be followed by
what unknown, dreadful reality of here
after! Well, well; it must be done. He
| laughed no more as he arose to complete
his preparations. His honor was at stake
He might sleep then, at least; but no
curtain lectures! These, even, might be
endured if he had his business hours in
peace; and Mr.. Bulbo's spirits arose again
sufficiently to give the closet door good
kick, and shake his clenched fist at it as
he left the room with his travelling gear.
The next afternoon he was walking
hastily along the quiet street of Mileford.
Nothing but the urgency of the case could
have kept him up during his journey. 1t
was dreadful step he had taken, but the
disease in this case was worse than any
cure could be, and called for violent
remedy Mr.. Bulbo was not a stranger in
Mileford, having spent some of his early
! years there, and he was soon warmly
greeted in Mr. Kopps' kitchen. The
farmer and his wife hailed him as MIR.
George, as they had been in the habit of
calling him in earlier days; and Mr.
Bulbo, glad to escape from the name
which had so annoyed him, begged them
not to mention his surname.
His room looked out on a quiet mead
ow, and it was with feeling of intense
relief that he missed the mocking chin
neys of his usual abode. At tea he met
and was waited upon by Er. Kopps'
niece. Polly. She had such a flow of
good spirits that he forgot duty, and en-
tered into merry conversation, which he
unwillingly ended at her pointed sugges-
ton of his need of smoke. He joined
Mr.. Kopps on the veranda, and soon told
him his errand-not the cause, but the
plain fact that he was in search of wife.
II thought l couldn't do better than
come here" he said, trying to speak care.
lessly. "The fact is, I'm tired of living a
bachelor life"
Oh, miserable subterfugel Mr.. Bulbo
hated himself for being obliged to resort
to it. Mr.. Kopps mentioned several
names, particularly recommending one
| young lady whom Mr.. Bulbo rememb bered
as child, and offering to introduce him
that evening.
"Won't you go, Polly?" he called into
the kitchen.
''No, thanks;" and Mr. Bulbo felt dis
appointed, and half inclined to give uI
the venture.
Bulbo made but a short call, as he fel
weary; and as he opened the kitchen dool
on his return, Polly sat by the window
singing and pairing apples A nice little
cot protected her finger from the stain
and she nodded smiling welcome as sh'
put bit of apple between her rosy lips
Mr. Bulbo leaned on the chair to chat
and soon asked for knife to help.
But you'll have to wear cot"
"Put it on" he responded, stretching
out his hands.
'They are all too small" she cried
after several mirth- provoking attempts te
place them.
Cant something else do?" he helpless
ly inquired. 81 can't bear to be idle"
Eyes; PHI wind them up in rags" ant
her deft fingers soon bound his hands.
1t was late when they finished, for Poll,
, insisted that the parings should be pei
feet, and their aid required in solviny
matrimonial questions. Hers alway
formed B, at which she was mucl
provoked; but Mr.. Bulbo's were very in
definite.
} ''Is it or an F." she asked, puzzlin
, over the letter. 81 declare, it's as muc
like an M as anything"
When at last bedtime came, without
, doubt Polly lighted his candle, and bt
; tween them they dropped the snuffeI
, three times before he got fairly started
In the morning he must see the farm, an