The democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1868-1874, 1872-07-15

Lyn OTOOk, anu Only got nome IN time iOf
Polly to get tea. Alter that Mr.. Kopps
proposed a call on another young lady,
but Mr.. BulbO had discovered that Polly
sang; and as music was his great delight
and he made some attempts, though no
pretensiOns, in that quarter, be insisted on
a song One followed another; their
voices harmonized finely and another eve
ming was gone.
This was but on example Of many days.
Polly had read some new books that had
particularly pleased Mr,Bulbo, and she was
so lively and piquant it was delightful to
talk to her She was remarkably we'll.
educated, which surprised Mr.. Bllbo, rs
Mileford was but country place.
"Ah, now you'd like to ask questions,
she cried, rs he let drop something Of that
kind 81 was not brought up here, and
that's all I'll say. Ladies only are priVi.
legged to ask questions"
There Is one that gentlemen may ask
softly said Mr.. Bulbo, leaning toward her
but shes sprang from her seat and rau up
stairs.
"BulbO, you're a fool !" was the gentle.
mans mental comment. al am afIaid
you're In loye-you are, by JOve!" he
CALCULATED, ns he seized the handkerchief
Polly had dropped, and pressing II to his
lips placed II in his inner pocket.
1t was to be feared that was the truth.
Mr.. Bulbo had been five weeks at MI.
Kopp's, and had entirely forgotten the
cause Of bis coming. lie had made but
one call in search Of the wife who was to
yindicate his character in the yirtuOus city
Of BrOOklcy, hut had fingered all this time
by the side Of bright eyed plump little
dlmscl who had become n necessity to
him, and without whom he felt his baehe.
lof room would be drcary indeed. Why
wouldn't she do rs well, better than any
one else for his purpose1 She was dar
ling, would make him happy, refute the
scandal, destroy the tenant Of that closet
-ughl Yes, yes But A blank, great
and unspcaknbly, fell on Mr.. Bulbo as he
contemplated the idea that she might re-
ject him. In all his plans he had never
once thought of that. Not that he was
oyerbOld; he had no opinion Of his abil.
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,
It was with fearful heart throb and
a perceptiblc jump that he saw Polly
approaching.
hMt. George, won't you come to tea2'
al won't come, Miss Polly, my hearts
Polly"-it sounded horribly, but Mr..
BulbO did not mean 1t should" unless
YOU" he replied, seiZing her hand in
both Of bis.
"Thats just what mean to do re-
pied Polly, brcathleSsly, trying to with
draw her hand. al have not had mine
yet"
"NO, no, that's not what ] mean. /
won't go unless we 60 togcther,-tbat Is,
Polly, dearest Polly, love you, aud must
have" And she was folded closely in
his arms.
1t was bunglingly done, and Mr.. Bulbo
must have had some encouragement, or
else he had forgotten his fcaN: but Polly
understood him, and-tca waited longer
still.
To Mr.. Bulbo's delight Polly was viii.
ling to appoint All early day and the nuts
were just falling, the pumpkins had drunk
their I'LL of yellow sunlight, and the north
ern lrost winds were makinga fire pleasant
when they stood in the vcstry room Of the
little church, waiting for the clergyman.
"Dcarest, there is one thing want to
say: my name"
h0h, don't tease me about that.
never can call you anything but Mr..
George; but ought 10 have told YOU
"Comc, Pollyln cried her uncle inter.
ruptng her; and in they went, each with
something important to tell the other.
Polly smiled little with tinid iluttet
when Mr.. BulbO uttered, in a clear voice,
al, George Washington" And he gave
. 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 Ms his
wife.
As Mr.. Kopps handed Polly into the
carriage he laugbingly slid,
81 ought to say Mrs. Bulbo now, sup
pose"
"Mr. Bulbo!" cried Polly, aghast.
"Ycs, darling that is what ! wanted to
tell you In the vestry, and now that we
are so happy ] can endure to speak Of the
matters" and Mr.. Bulbo told her the
whole story. To his surpriscpolly laughed
until she cried, bluShed as If she was 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 tue hustle Of return was over that
Polly stood alone with him in the porch.
Then between bursts Of laughter and
showers of tears, which were cleared
away in the most natural manner pOSsi-
ble, she told him.
She was Mary Francis; had feared
some one would seek her for her money
and had changed her name and secluded
herself here. She had always avoided him
for his name had prciudced her to think
he was very diSagreeablc. She had
meant to tell him Of her wealth just before
they were married, that II might have no
influence on him, and now be had done
Just what he didn't want to do.
"No, no." be swore. Just what he
wanted. lie had been so happy that he
had never thought to tell her lns name,
and now, what difference did il mnkcl
They loved each other"
BIT alas for Mr.. Bulbol lie returned
to Brookley with bis loved and loving
wife and his little world was in flames In
a moment.
81 told you so! Wasn'the sly rogue
to go and marry her so secretlyT
Fate was against him, facts were against