Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1873-07-19

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Z" am not your papa. Are you era
zy, my dear girl, said the Frenchman,
turning pale.
No, no, no; you are my papa" ;"
cried the child. "Do not deny your
Estelle. Does she know you? ALI, my
heart, it tells Inc true. Dear mama and
I have almost starved, but she has new
er pledged her wedding ring, never.
She plays the organ; 1 the tambourinc
We have suffered, but now papa will
return to us. All, Heavensv
My gracious! the morals of furrin-
ers. He would have married missus!'
cried the girl at the door.
She tells one black lie. Never be-
fore have seen her; believe, me mad
ame," said the Frenchman.
"Oh, Alphonzo," cried the widow.
But there I will be firm. My best
friends warned me of you. Take your
hat, go--!. Never enter my presence
again. Go with your unfortunate child
your poor, half starved little girl.
Go home to your deserted wife. Co."
"Ah, madame, zeze is falsehoods, ="
cried the unfortunate Frenchman, los
ing his English in his excitement; "bc-
lieve-"
"Out of my house. Peggy open
the door. Go! What an escape 1
have had" cried the widow.
The Professor departed, Mrs. Hun
ter threw herself into a chair, and
burst into tears. After awhile she
grew more calm, taking a letter from
the drawer perused it.
"Ah, me! what deceivers these men
are," she said, as she pensively lay
back on the cushions. "Only to think
he could write letter so full of love
and prove such a villain; but I am
warned in time-I am warned in time. "
And she tore the letter into fragments.
The maiden aunt, who had not heard a
word, demanded an explanation Bid
dy howled it through her ear trumpet
in these words
"The scoundrel has ever so many
wives and families already, playing
tambourines for their bread-the ras-
cal!'
And in the midst the door bell rang,
and Mr.. Bunter walked in, with po-
lite bow. Biddy and the aunt slipped
out of the room, Mr.. Bunter approached
the widow.
81 call to apologize he said. 81
was hasty the other day. Had known
the gentleman was dear to you, should
have restrained my speech. wish you
happiness. I"
"Don't please" cried the widow.
lie is worse than you painted him.
I've found him out. I hate him. AS
for me, never can be happy again"
=" Not with your own Bunter?" cried
the bachelor, sitting down beside her.
elm afraid not" said the widow.
care you sure p asked Mr.. Bunter.
"No, not quite" said Mrs. Hunter.
"Then marry me, my dear, and try
it. Do, oh, do!'
Mrs. Hunter sobbed and consented.
After having a white corded silk made
up and trimmed with real point lace, it
was too bad not to figure as bride af-
ter all. She married Bachelor Bunter,
and was very happy.
1t was we'll, perhaps that she had not
the fairy gift of the invisible cap, and
did not put it on and follow Mr.. Bun
ter to mysterious recess in the rear of
the theatre, whittier he took his way
after parting from the pretty widow, on
the night of his engagement.
There he met little girl, small but
old looking-the same indeed who had
claimed the Professor as her lost papa,
and this is what he said to her
Here is the money I promised you
my child, and you acted the thing ex-
cellently. I know that by the effect
produced. She believes he is a mar
ried man, and he can't prove to the con-
trary. 1 knew you'd be able to act it
out, when 1 saw you play the deserted
child in the tragedy"
Then twenty-five pounds were put
into the little brown hand, and Bachelor
Bunter walked off triumphantly.
TO this day his wife does not know
tho truth, but alludes to Professor La
Fontaine, as that wicked Frenchman.
V Vice President Wilson has had
severe attack of partial paralysis,