The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1873-07-10
II thought you merely friend: lam
am engaged to the Professor.

II thought you merely friend: Ian
.l-I-l-Iam engaged to the Professor
HE proposed last evening"
Il Bachelor Bunting had dropped dowr
1upon his knees while makiag his offer
'INow he got up with sort of q groan
not entirely caused by disappointment
Ifor he had the rheumatism. saEHs
[ Farewell, false one,". he said, feel
Eng for his hat without looking for it
1.Tleave you forever.n ~ ! k
He strobe away banging the, door
after him. The widow cried, then
laughed, then cried again. saoc, IN
In fact, she had a genuine fit OF what
1 the maiden aunt called "stericks," be.
fore she was brought to, and prevailed
upon to take a glass of wine and some.
thing hot and comforting in the edible
line. After which the thought of her
fance consoled her. f#3fau
| Days passed on. Bachelor Bunting
did not drown himself or sup cold poi.
ison.
Therwedding day was fixed. The
house-maid Informed her friends that
Mrs. Hunter kept steady company"
The maiden aunt who had no income of
her own, curried favor by being almost
Railways in a state of apparent coma.
The widow was in the seventh heaven
of bliss, and all went merry as mar
riage bell until one evening as the be-
trothed pair sat by the polished CRATE,
there come ring at the bell, and the
girl who answered it soon looked into
the parlor to announce the fact that
little girl would come in
"Oh, let her in," said Mrs Hunter,
II am SO fond of the dear children in
the neighborhood. IT'S one of them, /
presume" s.. %
But while she was speaking, a small
but very odd looking little girl in a
short frock, with a tamborine in her
hand bounced into the room, and, throw
ing herself into the professors arms,
with strong French accent, screamed
Darling papa. have I then found
you? How glad mamma will be. We
thought you dead" ... .... .-
81 am not your papa. Are you era
", my dear little girl" said the French
man. turning pale.
NO. no, no; you are my papa, =
cried the child "Do not deny your
Estellc. Does she not know you? Nh,
my heart, it tells me true Dear mamma
and | have almost starved, but she has
never pledged her wedding ring, never.
She plays the organ, ] the tamborine,
We have suffered, but now papa will
return to us. "Ah, Heavens"
"My gracious. the morals Of Turin
ers. He would have married missus.'
cried the girl at the door.
''She tells one black lie Never be-
fore have l seen her: believe me- mad
anne, said the Frenchman.
"Oh, Alphonza," cried the widow
"But there, | will be firm Ny best
friends warned me of you Take your
hat go! Never enter my PRESENCE
again { Gowith your unfori unst e chin
Jyoars posr, haAtarveds little Gin.
Go home 10 your deserted wife. Go"
"Ah, madame, zeze is falsehoods,
cxied the unfortunate Frepchman, losing
his English in his sexcitoment "Be-
Eeve-" .
"Out of my house Peggy, open the
door, GO! What an escape. have
had Pcried the widow. -u I-1 .l.,I
The Professor departed. Mrs. Hun
ter threw herself into a chair, and burst
into. tears. After while she grew
more calm, and taking letter from the
drawer perused it. IL '..>..n..1
"Ah, me! what deccivers these men
are;y ,she said, as she, pensively lay
back pn1 the cushions rOnly to think
he could write letter" so full Of love
and prove. such villain; but l am
warned in time-I am warned in time
rAndshe tore, the letter into fragments,
The -niaideh aunt, who had not heard a
word, demanded an explanation7 Biddy
howled it through her ear trumpet in
these words
"The scoundrel has ever so many
wives. and families already, playing
tamborines for their bfead-the rascal!y
And in the midst the door, bell rang,
and Mr.. Bunting walked in, with po-
lite bow. Biddy and the aunt slipped
QUITO the room. Mr. Bunting approached
the widow. = 39i's.
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