American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1872-06-22
VOL. NH.

Conscientious charge of the property
often being obliged to neglect his owl
business, but had never seen the lady
their communication having been entirei
through the lawyer, Now, in his owl
lfo0fn, as he thou ssht offhes reasons, h
fdashed his handsifito his dressing gowl
pockets, and fairly howled in the mids
of which ebullitiOa lie rushed into TIN
closet, threw the letters on the floor, ant
piled boxes, boots, books, everything h,
could get hold of, on them.
Ach. he, Bulbo George Washington
! Balbo la man most scrupuious on suel
points. Could he not strangle that shad
owless monster What If he was poor
If he had been rich he would have dont
the same-he, who had come and gone il
this famous city of Brooklcy for ter
| years, treading his quiet path of life UNI
-criticised. He never used his modest vii
against any one more than to give harm
less tnrust at a fellow suflerer fsE the ben
ehtfof his pretty, much amused compan
Ion at some aniable tea-fight," where
ones friends are served up hot with the
| fragrant urn, and their favorite foibles
form an appetiZing sauce for the tempt
| ing rasher. WhyShad this come -apou
him He was pursued night and day
thoEGyrsk was full of whispers even
haunted in his own chambers ; no secret
place where he could escape "Yes,
every one said, che will marry her =
See how he looks after the property -
That's nice nest-egg for him, and no
mother-in-law :" "Observe how the sly
Then to him, "When will the happy
event come off, ell, Bulbo ?" Clapping
him on the shoulder, - 1 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 uncomfortable. Something must be
done. He had thought of suicide but
that would never do, for then the voiceful
torment would spring upon his inanimate
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 outwittcd-out-
wittedI'' and, dragging valise from a
recess, he began to hurl in articles, max
of delight the while.
Was he crazy? No, but a 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 go. 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 fireside so coy, his be-
longings SO conveniently scattered about,
his club meetings, his pleasant little din
ners with a friend or two-all would van
ish like happy dream, to be followed by
what unknown, dreadful reality of a 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 a good
kick, and shake his cleEched fist at it as
he left the room with his travelling gear.
The next afternoon he was walking
hastily along the quiet street of Milford.
Nothing but the urgency of the case could
have kept him up during his journey. 1t
was a dreadful step he had taken, but the
cure could be, and called for a violent
remedy. Mr.. Bulbo was not a stranger in
Milford, having spent some of-his early
Years there, and he was soon warmly
greeted in MIR. Kopps' kitchen The
farmer and his wife hailed him as Mr..
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 quiet mead
ow, and it was with feeling of intense
relief that he missed the hooking CHM
neys of his usual abode. At tea he met
and was waited upon by S1r. Kopps'
niece. Polly. She had such flow of
good spirits that he forgot duty, and en-
tered into a merry conversation, which he
unwillingly ended at her pointed sugges-
ton of his need of a 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
Il thought l couldn't do better than
como here" he said, trying to speak care
lessly. 1.-THE fact is, I'm tired of living
bachelor life
Oh, miserable subterfuge! Mr. Bulbo
hated himself for being obliged to resort
to it.. Mr.. KOpps mentioned several
names, particularly recommending one
young ldU. WHOM NlT. bulDO remembered
as child, and offering to introduce him
that evening.
Won't you go, Polly?' he called into
the kitchen.
mo, thanks;" and Mr.. Bulbo felt dis
appointed, and half inclined to give up
the venture.
Bulbo made but short call, as he felt
weary; and as he opened the kitchen door
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 a smiling welcome as she
put bit of apple between her rosy lips.
MIR. Bulbo leaned ON the chair to chat,
and soon asked for a knife to help.
But you'll have to wear "a cot.''
Put it on" he responded, stretching
out his hands.
They are all too small" she cried,
after several mirth-provoking attempts to
place them.
Cant something else dos" he helpless
ly inquired. II can't bear to be idle"
Yes; FIJI wind them up in rags" and
her deft fingers soon bound his hands
1t was late when they finished, for Polly
insisted that the parings should be per
feet, and their aid required in solving
questions Hers always
formed Il, at which she was much
provoked; but Mr. Bulbo's were very in
definite
SIS it p or an F." she asked, pulling
over the letter. 81 declare, it's much
like an VI as anything