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


the fragrant urn. and their favorite toible
form an arpetizing sauce for the ter1ptin!
rasher. Why had this come upon him
He WAS pursued night and day the yer,
air was full of whispers; even haunted il
his own chambers; no secret place wher,
he could escape. "Yes,' every one said
she will marry her;" "See how he look
after the property :" "That's a nice nest
egg for him, and no mother-in-law :;
"Observe how the sly rogue keeps th
rest away-lucky dog" Then to him
When will the happy event come of
ell, Bulboa" Clapping him on the shoul
der, say, you were born with golC
spoon in your mouth" Protestation
were of no avail his most sincere act
We're against him. 1t was fairly un
endurable. Something must be done
He had thought of suicide but that woult
never do for then the voiceful tormen
would spring upon his inanimate BODY
and proclaim III far--eaching tones Fl,
proposed, and she Tilted him" No, no
And Mr. Bulbo feverishly paced his room
looking here and there for an escape
AT last he stood, with his hair bristlins
wildly, and burst into loud, echoinl
laugh. The closet door creaked, and h
shouted in reply:
"Ah, come out! come ont ] dread
you no more You're outwitted-out
witted !" and, dragging valise from 6
recess, he began to hurl in articles max
ing the most extravagant demonstrations
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 sayl He paused
for nothing, except once or twice To glare
at the closet, until the vali,e was packed
and locked, when he sat down upon it to
and consider where he should 90. 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 tiresde SO coy, his be-
longlngs so conveniently scattered about,
his club meetings. his pleasant little din.
ners with friend or two-all would
vanish like happy dream. to be followed
by that unknown, dreadful reality of a
hereafter Well, well it must be done.
He laughed no more as he arose to com
plete his preparations. His honor was
at stake. He might sleep then, at least !;
bI no--curtain lectures These, even,
might be endured if he had his business
hours in peace; and M. Bulbo's spirits
arose again sufficiently to give the closet
door good kick. and shake his clinched
fist at II 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 a violent
remedy. Mr.. Bulho was not a stranger
in Mileford, having spent some of his
early years there, and he was soon warm
y greeted in Mr.. Kopps's kitchen. The
farmer and his wife hailed him as Mr..
George. as they had been in the habit of
Bulbo, glad to escape from the name
which had so annoyed him, begged them
not to mention his sirname.
His room looked out on a quiet meadow
md it was with feeling of intense rellei
hat he missed the mocking chimneys o
lis usual abode. AT tea he met and was
waited upon by Mr.. Kopps neice, Polly.
She had such flow OF good spirits that he
orgot duty, and entered into merry con-
,ersatlcn, which he unwilingly ended al
Ter pointed suggestion of bis need OF a
moke. lie joined Kopps on the verandab
md soon told him his errand-not the
,ause but the plain fact that he was in
earch of wife.
81 thought ] couldn't do better than
'ome here" he said, trying to speak care
essly. "The fact is, IN tiIed OF living a
lite"
Oh, miserable subteriuec! Mr.. Bulbo
lated himself COR being obliged to resort to
t. Mr. KoppS mentioned several names
PARTICULARLY recommending one young
ady whom Mr. Bulbo remembered a. a
hid. and Offering to introduce him that
Won't you 60, Polly2" he called into
he kitchen.
"No, thanks :" and Mr. Bulbo felt dis
ppointed, and half inclined to give up the
enture.
Bulbo made but short CALL as he felt
weary, and as he opened the kitchen door
N his return, Polly sat by the wirdow,
inging and pairing apples. A nice little
not protected her tinge from the tain,
nd she nodded a smiling welcome as che
ut bit of apple between her ROSY lips.
Mr. Bubo leaned on the chair to chat,
nd soon asked for a knife to help.
but you'll have to wear cot
Put it on lie responded, stretching
ut his hands.
"They are all too small" she cried, after
everal mirth provoking attempts to place
hem.
Cant something else q" he helpless
y inquired al can't bear to be idle"
Yes; I'll wind hem up in rags" and
er delt fingers soon bound his hands.
1t was late when they finished. for Pol
7 insisted that the parings should be per
ect, and their aid required in solving ma
rimonial questions. Hers always formed
B, at which she was much provoked ; but
ir. Bulho's were very indtfi
"Is it or an Ff' she asked, puzzling
yer tne ielltT. u"Cidit, IL y ds IhuIn
Ike an NJ as anything. >
When at last bed time came, without
oubt Polly lighted his candle, and be
vcen them they dropped tie snuffers
1ree times before be got fairly started
n the m orning he must see the farm, and
, Mr.. Kopp's work was urgent, Polly was
npressed to do the bonors. On their
turn the sun was too hot to 60 out, and
was peasanter to chat in the cool sitting
,om. After dinner came the fascinating
gbt Of Polly with her sleeves rolled up
moving such white arms--su
trav locks Of bair tucked behind little I
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