The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1873-07-25
MisreIIaneons Solutions.
THOMAS BLuMBLE.
How He Got Married.

How He Got Married.
Blumble b0asted of being con-
firmed bachelor, and took pride in
being called a woman -hater. /
mean Thomas Blumble, of the i'm
porting house of "Hood, Silver &
Blumble." He was very fond of
letting the people know that he DIS
regarded 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 time, ofcourse,
when Blumble was susceptible to the
oVertures of Cupid; because when
he was plain "Tom,' years fifteen of
age, and left Crock Cove" came to
the city and entered the employ of
''Mensor, Tlgby & Hood" he left
behind him a young "Polly Ann" )"
with many sigh and tear, and more
VOWS than both put together, to be
true to death. For two years he
wrote constantly to his Polly Ann,
repeating the manifold VOWS of boy
hood love; then he was promoted
from boy to entry clerk, and soon
after was introduced to q very be-
witching young lady, whom we may
be allowed to call Hattie Elton.
Then he forgot his Polly Ann down
in Rock Cove, and became very in
innate with Miss Elton; he accom-
psnled her to the theater and made
her presents; he got trusted for his
new coat, and with the money that
should have been paid for it they
took sleigh-ride to Brighton, and
feasted on hot chickens and cham
pagne; to please her he learned to
polka and waltz; the schottische and
varsovienne we're not in vogue then.
Things had sped along very smooth
'ly for about a year: so Tom, think
ing he might as well have the mat
ter settled at once, popped the ques-
ton. Miss Elton appeared very
much surprised; for a moment she
remained silent, then lifting up both
hands, she exclaimed;
"Why, Mr.. Blumble-she had
constantly called him Tom for six
months previous-Pve been en-
gagged these two years-didn't you
know it?'
"Know it? No." replied Blumble
in utter astonishment.
"Why, yes, I've been engaged to
Charley Dudley for a long while, and
l thought you knew all about it, and
was only paying attention to me out
of politeness. Charley is in New
York, now, but we are to be married
next Christmas"
"Married next"
We may guess what Blumble was
about to say, but we shall always be
in doubt, for instead of finishing
his sentence, be took his hat and
rushed out of the house, not even
waiting to make the parting saluta-
tion 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
chamber, with his door locked, his
elbows upon his light-stand, and his
face quite buried in his hands, re-
verted to the years time and thet
many dollars he had thrown away
on Miss Elton; then he thought of
poor Polly Ann, whom he had "cut"
so shamefully, down in Rock Cove
and he decided to write to her, to Of
fer 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 unalterable. So
he unburied his face, and penned
the tender missive full of falsehoods
and of stale love, which he dis
patched with the fullest confidence
that Polly Ann would be very hap
py to receive it. But alas for hu-
man expectations! Polly AIMS
letter came. 1t was brief; she told
Blumble she had heard of his atten-
tions to the city lady, that she had
almost forgotten him, and was go
ing to marry Jerry Smike, the vii
|lage blacksmith, the next week. She
returned to Tom his earliest efforts
in love-letter writing and lock of
his hair, and requested him to re-
turn to her sundry articles in that
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, and one woman had tricked
him. So he cried down the whole
sex. The time which Blumble had
heretofore divided between love and
business was now devoted to busi-
ness, and ia consequence he received
one promotion Gfter another until he
had the pleasdre of seeing his own
name the third on the sign over the
door which he had entered as erraad
boy. / don't believe he remembered
that there was any such person in
the world as Hattie Elton or Polly
Ann, the first day the new sign was
raised.
1t was as the junior member of
the firm that Blumble had travelled
through the New England States
last fall with samples, receiving
orders. During his tour, he re-
manned in the pretty village of p,
N. H., one fine night in October. He
sat in the bar-room after supper,
smoking his cigar, until it became
filed with villagers, discussing poll
tics, smoking their pipes, talking Of