Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1873-08-28
sso-v II, omas Humble got Married

Blumble boasted of being confirmed
bachelor and took pride in being called a
woman hater I mean Thomas Blumble,
of the importing house of Hood, Silver
& Blumble. He was very fond of let
ting people know that he disregarded
the charms of the softer sex, and was
frequently heard to say that he would
like to see the woman that could get
him under her thumb. There was a
time, of course. when Blumble was
susceptible to the Overtures of Cupid,
because when he was plain "TOm," of
fifteen years of age, and left Rock Cove
came to the city and entered the employ
of Mensor, Tigby & Hood, he left be-
hind him a young ''POlly Ann" with
many sigh and tear, and more vows
than both put together to be true till
death. For two years he wrote constant
ly to his Polly Ann, repeating the man
fold VOWS of boyhOod love; then he
was promoted from boy to entry clerk,
and soon after was introduced to very
bewitching young lady, whom we may
be allowed to call Hattie Elton. Then
he forgot his Polly Ann down at Rock
Cove, and became very attentive to
Miss Elton he accompanied her to the
theatre and made her PRESENTS he got
trusted for his new coat, and with the
money that should have paid for it they
took a sleigh ride to Brighton and feast
ed on hot chickens and champagne; to
please her he learned to polka and waltz
the schottische and varsovienne were
not in vogue then. Things had sped
along very smoothly for about year,
and Tom thinking he might as well have
a, -a4F1nI of yNnnnn1 fbp
question. Miss Elton appeared very
much surprised for moment she re-
manned silent, then lifting up both hands
she exclaimed:
"Why. Mr.. Blumble-she had con-
stantly called him Tom for six month
previous-I have been engaged these two
years-didn't you know it ?"
''Know it! mol" replied Blumble,
in utter astOnishment.
''Why, yes; I've been engaged to
Charley Dudley for long while, and l
thought you knew all about it, and was
only paying attention to me out of pO-
liteness. Charley is in New York now
but we are to be married next Christ
mas"
Married next"
We may guess what Blumble was
about to say, but we shall always be in
doubt. for, instead of finishing his SEN
tence, he took his hat and rushed out of
| the house, not even waiting to make the
parting salutation of "good evening"
| Perhaps he was afraid to trust his
gnashing teeth, for fear they would
| change his well meant words into some
| wicked expression.
| Tom, in the privacy of his own cham
| Der, with his door locked, his elbows on
| his light-stand, and his face quite buried
! in his hands, reverted to the years time
| and the dollars he had thrown away on
Miss Elton; and then he thought of
| Poor Polly Ann, whom he had ''cut" so
! shamefully, down in Rock Cove, and he
decided to wrie to her, to offer pressing
| business as an excuse for not having
written before, to sue for pardon for
past negligence, and to assert that his
affections were still unaltered and unal-
terable. So he unburied his face, and
penned the tender missive full of false
hoods and stale love, which he dispatch,
ed with the fullest confidence that Polly
Ann would be very happy to see it.
But alas for poor human expectation
Polly AIMS letter came. 1t was brief
she told Blumble she had heard of his
attentions to the city lady, that she haC
almost forgotten him, and was going t
marry Jerry Smike, the village black
smith, the next week. She returned t.
Tom his earliest efforts in love lettel
writing, and lock of hair, and reques
ted him to send her articles in thai
line that he had received from her.
From that day Blumble announced
himself to the world as woman hater
He had been false to one woman. ane
one woman had tricked him. So h
cried down the whole sex. The time
which Blumble had heretofore divided
between love and business was now de
voted to business, and in consequence
he received one promotion after anoth
er, until he had the pleasure of seein!
his own name the third on the sign owe
the door which he had entered as an er
rand boy. | don't believe he remem
bered that there was any such persol
in the world as Hattie Elton or Poll,
Ann, the first day 1.-THE new sign wa
raised.
1t was as the Junior member of tn
, firm that Blumble had travelled throug
the New England States two years ag
last fall with samples receiving orders
i During his tour he remained in the pref
! ty village of p, n. H., one fine nigh
: in October. He sat in the bar7room a.
ter supper, smoking his cigar, until
i became filled with villagers, discussin
politics, smoking their pipes, talking {
| crops, and ogling him, all of which wa
quite uninteresting to him, so he cor
4 cluded 10 walk out and view the villag
9 by moonlight. He hardly stepped int
g the hall, and before he could close th
door, ere he heard voice inquire
i "Who is that gentleman
i. ellis name is Blumble; he's froi
e Boston," replied the landlord.
s'Blumble, from Boston, chimed In
third voice, and then added, ''You don
f say sol" followed by long, low viii
: tie of astonishment.
II off the fNiaZzo