National opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1865-1874, 1872-07-12

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Polly TO get tea. After that Mr.. Kopps
pl opposed a call on another Young lady,
but Mr.. Bulbo had discovered that Polly
sang; and as music was bis great delight
and he made some attempts, though no
pretensions, in that quarter, be insisted on
song. One followed another; their
voices harmonized finely and another eve-
ming was gone.
This was but an example of many days
Polly had read some new books that had
particularly pleased Mr.. Bulbo, and she was
So lively and plquant 1t was delightful ia
talk to her. She was remarkably we'll
educated, which surprised Mr.. Bdloo, as
M'lelord was but country place.
"Ah, now you'd like to ask questions.
she cried as he let drop something OF that
kind a. was not brought up here, and
that's all I'll say. Ladies only are privi.
legged to ask que'tions."
There is one that gentlemen NAV ask, y
softly SAID Mr.. Bulbo, leaning toward her
but she sprang from her seat and ran up
stairs.
Bulbo, you're fool !" was the gentle
mans mental comment. 81 am aft aid
you're in love-you are, by Jove !" he
cjaculated, as he seized the handkerchief
Polly had dropped, and pressing it to his
lips placed it in his inner pocket.
1t was to be feared that was the truth.
Mr.. Bulbo had been five weeks at Mr..
Kopps, and had entirely forgotten the
cause of his coming. He had made but
one call in search of the wife who was to
vindicate his character in the virtuous city
Of Brooklcv, but had fingered all tn time
by the side OF bright eyed plump little
dimsel who had become necessity to
nun, and without whom be felt his bache-
lor room would be dreary indeed. Why
wouldn't she do as well. better than any
one else Tor bis purpose9 She was dar
ling, would make him happy, refutc the
scandal, destroy the tenant of that closet
ugh Yes, yes. But A blank, great
and unspcakably, fell on Mr.. Bulbo as he
contemplate the idea that she might re-
ject him In all his plans he had never
once thought of that. Not that he was
overbod; be lad no opinion OF his abi.-
tiles but the extremity had been such
that he bad never allowed a refusal to
enter into his calculations. IN the de-
spair that came over him he went and
wandered by the brook until long past the
tea hour,
1t was with a fearful heart throb and
perceptible jump that he saw Polly
approaching.
"Mr. George, won't you come TO teaF'
81 won't come, Miss Po'lv, my hearts
Pol,v'-t sounded horribly, but Mr..
Bulbo did not mean 1t should" unless
YOU" he replied, seizlng her hand in
both Of his.
That's just what l mean to do" re-
pied Polly, breatblessly, trying to with
draw her hand. "I have not had mine
vet"
mo, no that's not what ] mean. |
won't 90 unless we go tosether,-tbat j.,
Polly, dearest Polly, | love you, aud must
have" And she was folded closely in
his arms.
1t was bunglingly done, and Mr. Bulbo
must nave had some encouragement, or
else he had forgotten his fears: but Polly
him, and-tea waited longer
still.
To Mr.. Bulbo's delight Polly was will
ling TO appoint all early day and the nuts
were just failing, the pumpkins had drunk
their till of yellow unlight, and the north
ern lrost winds were making fire pleasant
when they stood in the vtstrv room of the
little church, waiting for the clergy man.
dearest, there i. one thing want to
say: my name"
"Oh, don't tease me about that. |
never can call you anything but Mr.
George; but ought to have told you-'
"Come, Polly!" cried ber uncle inter
ruptjne her; and in they went, each with !
important to tell the other.
Polly smiled little with tlmld 6utter
when Mr.. Bulbo uttered, in clear voice
= |, George Washington" And he gave
a start of not entire pleasure when she
said. softly. 81, Mary"
81 like Polly best" he whispered, as he
threw back her veil and claimed her as his
wife.
As Mr.. Kopps handed Polly into the
carriage he laug binglv sid.
:" ought to say Mrs Bulbo now, sup
pose"
Mrs. Bulbo " cried Polly, aghast.
"Yes, darling that is what wanted TO
tell you in the vestry. and now that we
ire so happy can endure to speak Of the
and Mr.. Bulbo told her the
whole story. To his surprisePolly laughed
lntil she cried, blushed as If she was on
fire, and as the drive to the house was
hort, refused to explain, but ran in
and seemed to avoid him. 1t was not
nti the hustle of return was over that
Polly stood alone with him in the porch.
Then between bursts of laughter and
howers of tears, which were cleared
lway in the most natural manner posi-
,le, she told him.
She was Mary Francis had fea red
ome one would seek her for her money
md had changed her name and secluded
lerselt here. She had always avoided him
or his name had preiudiccd her to think
le was very disagreeable. She had
meant to tell him of her wealth just before
hey were married. that il might have 10
influence on him, and now he had done
ust what he didn't want to do
No, no." he swore. just what he
Vanted. He had been so happy that he
ad never thought to tell her his name,
nd now, what difference did it make? I
hey loved each other"
But alas for Mr. Bulbo! lie returned I
o Brookley with his loved and loving {
ME and his little world was in flames in J
moment.
81 told you SO! Wasn't he sly rogue
D go and marry her so secretly2" G
Fate was against him, facts were against |
i'm. What could he say, how refu;e! G
" All, Bulbo, we saw it all. Bless you a
on couldn't surprise us; we knew it was v
evitabIe." v
lie took other rooms would have es- 5
wed closets; bu, Polly said they were h
pcessary Still the nhantom p,lTsued Y