The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1872-10-03

II was with !; fearful heart-t thrbo and 4
perceptlbe jump that he saw Polly ap.
prOachinp.


perreptibe jump that he saw Polly ap-
preaching:
MIR George, won't you come to tea ?''
II won't come, Miss Polly, my hearts
Polly vt sounded horrible, but Mr.. Bull
20 qua not mean it should-"unless YOU
Will let me 60 with You" he replied, ,seiz-
ing her hand in both Of his.
''That's Just what mean to do,n replied
Polly breathlessly, trying to withdraw her
hand. Eve not had mine vet"
mo, no, that's not what I mean. I
won't go unless you 90 with me-unless
we go together-that is, Polly, dearest
Polly, love You, and must have And
she was folded in his arms.
1t was bunglin@y done, and Mr.. Bulbo
must have had some announcement, or
else he had forgotten his fears but Poly
understood him and-tea fingered longer
still.
TO Mr.. Bulbo's delight Polly was willing
to appoint an early day; and the nuts We're
inst falling. and the pumpkins had drank
their NIL OF yellow sunlight, and the north
ern frost winds were making a fire plea s.
ant, when they stood in the vestry-room
oi INC little church. waiting for the clergy
man.
say my name"
"Oh, don't tease me about that never
can call you any thing but Mr. George ;
but ought to have told YOU"
"Come, Polly" cried her uncle inter-
rupiIn@ her; and in they went, each with
something important to tell the other.
poilv smiled little, with a timid tiutter :;
when MIR. Bnlbo uttered. in clear voice :
II, George Washington" And he cave a
start Of not entire pleasure wher she said,
softly, II. Mary"
Il like Polly best" he whispered as he
threw back her veil and claimed her for
his wife.
~ Mr.. kopp handed Polly into the car
rage, he langhin@ly said:
81 ought to say Mrs. Bubo now, | sup
pose"
Mrs. Rulbom cried Polly, ayhast.
"Ges- darling, that is what | wanted to
tell you in the vcstry, and now that we are
So happy can endure to speak of the mat
ter" and Mr.. Bulbo told her Jhc whole
story. To his surprise Polly laughed until
she cried bIushed As if on fire, and as the
drive to the house was short, refused to
explain but ran in and seemed to avoid
him. 1t was not until the hour of return
was over that Polly stood alone with him
on the porch. Then between bursts of
laughter and showers Of tears, which were
cleared away in the most natural manner
possible, She told him.
She was Mary Francis had feared some
one Wuuld ask her for money, and had
changed her name and secluded herself
here. She had always avoided him, for
MS name haA prejudiced her to think he
was very 'liSa9recable. She had meant to
tell him of her wealth Just before they
were married, that it may have no influ-
cnce ON him, and now he had done lust
what he didn't want to do.
"No, no" he sworc. ".Just what he
wanted. lie had been so happy that he had
never thought to tell her his name, and
now what difference did it make > They
loved each othcr.''
But alas for Mr. Bulbo, He returned to
Brooklev with his loved and loving wife,
and his little world was in flames in Il mo-
ment.
Il told You So Wasn't he a SLY rogue
to 90 and marry her secretly ?n
Fate was against him, facts were against
him. What could he say, how retutc?
"Ah, Buibo we saw ii ALL Bless YOU,
you couldn't surprise us; we knew it was
inevitable" "
lie took other rooms; would have cs-
rheWed closets, but Polly said they were
necessary. Still the phantom pursued him
lie lived long happy life, but to his good
Old ace could not bear q door behind him :
and us friends never forget, I think we may
safely say Mr.. Bulho never COT rid of the
Skeleton in his Closet