Helena weekly herald. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1867-1900, 1874-10-22

everything in fact that you could desire, for
my dear late husband was SO fond of these
things that he took care to he we'll provided.
Then his library-yOu haven't seen it yeti
is filled with choice volumes, many of them,
hc said, rare and quite valuable, that are sure
to delight gentleman of your taste and cul-
turc. Of course, too, you will continue your
literary pursuits, and I suppose you will find
it necessary to be a good deal in the city,
though shall be very lonesome without you.
But it won't last long, and the sobbing was
renewed, ''fOr am too old and feeble to live
long, and must soon go to join my dear late
husband and leave you to possess all these
things alone.
Had Mrs. Podgcrs eyer studied the orators?
How skillfully she had paved the way for her
pcroration and closed the haranguc with her
strongest argument! TOO old and feeble to
live long all, that went right to the spot,
and brought Scribbeton's PROSTATE spirit to
its legs again. Yes, she must soon depart,
and possibly the thing could be borne for
brief season. And Scribbleton found HIM
self sufficiently recovered to speak again.
But, my dear Mrs, podgcrs, when l am
already
You don't mean 10 say you arc already
married." almost screamed Mrs. Podgers.
"No, not exactly married; but there is
young lady,
''Ah, yes" said Mrs. Podgers, recovering
her composure and smiling blandly. Il un-
derstand; young lady you wish to marry.
But remember, it will be only temporary
delay; and when am gone you can have
your girl and a sump;uous home to bring her
to.
That you would like time to think about
it, interrupted Mrs. Podgers again, SEEM
lnsly bound to keep the conversation in her
own hands that it m,sA< no carried to the
point she desired. Certainly, my uc..
Tinkleton, certainly. You may have all day,
for there's nc need of haste; and we will not
he married till six o'clock this evening"
If the gentle rcaler has ever taken the
trouble to consider his own thoughts, say for
a single hour, and has observed how fearfully
and wonderfully they are originated, spun
out intermingled, kinked, tangled, and
knot,ed, he will readily comprehend the diff
Guilty of following for whole day those Of
another person, especially when that person
has on hand so grave matter as this present
matter of Scribb!eton's. We will therefore
excuse each other from attempting any such
perplexing and extensive labor and rest con-
tent with the fact that Scribbleton thought a
good deal; that he thought pro and thought
con: that now nc was resolved. now unde-
cided, now in state Of hope and pleasant
expectancy, now il doubt and despondcrt.
But he did not spend the whole day in think
ing: he acted some. Having learned from
Mrs. Polgers, by skillful mancuvcr;ng, the
names of her lawyer and physician. he sought
them out From the one he learned the ex-
tent of Mrs. Pbdgers' wealth, and that she
had correctly stated the terms Of the Podgers
will; from the other he ascertaincd that in
all probability Mrs. Podgers could not survive
long, as she was suffering from chronic CON-
plants that had pretty we'll destroyed once
vigorous constitution.
This information decided him.
"But for Jennie, whom love desper-
ately," he soliloGuized, as he walked back to
the widows, 81 would marry dozen old
women successively, as fast as they could die
for such fortune. A dozen, did say: Id
marry a thousand, though each widow
were as old as Methusalah and as ugly as
Milton's Sin. But supposing l should not
take the old woman, l could probably not
marry Jennie for a year yet: SO if she dies
on time wouldn't be delayed any by marry
ing her, and there is beyond that sweet GER
tainty of hundred thousand ut least, and a
beautiful home for Jennie when it's all over.
In the meantime can keep my marriage
secret at home, and things can move ON there
as though nothing had happened. Then by
the time the old woman is out of the way,
can have things all ready, and Jennie and |
can bc married Immediately. And when the
thing is done, and she is fairly mine, I'll tell
her the whole story; for though lover may
have secrets from his sweetheart, there snail
he none between husband and wife.
BY this time Scribbleton had reached the
gate in front of the widows house. he
paused and with the gate half open stood
leaning against the gate-post. AS he looked
at the handsome mansion, half hidden ty the
foliage of the tall forest trees that grew as
nature had planted them, the broad and beau-
tiful grounds, the curving gravel walks lead
ing up from the gate, the glistening porch IN