The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1877-06-07

such that he had never allowed . refusa
to enter into his calculations. In thu
despair that came over him, he went ani
wandered by the brook until long past tes
hour.
1t was with fearful heart throb and ,
perceptible jump that he saw Polly ap
preaching.
Mr.. George, won't you come to tea p
~ wont come, Miss Polly, my heart,
Polly'-it sounded horrible, but Mr.
Bulbo did not mean it should" unles.
you will let me 60 with you," he replied
Selling her hand in both of his.
That's just what mean to do" re-
piled Polly, breathlessly, trying to with
draw her hand. 1--WE not had mine yet. y
No, no; that's not what I mean.
won't go unless you 90 with me-unless
we 60 together-that is, Polly, dearest
Polly, love you, and must have" And
she was folded in his arms.
1t was bunglingly done, and Mr.. Bulbc
| must have had some encouragement, Of
else he had forgotten his fears: but Polly
understood him and-tea fingered longer
still.
To Mr.. Bulbo's delight, Polly was will
ing to appoint an early day; and the mutt
were Just falling, and the pumpkins had
drank their fill Of yellow sunlight, and
the northern frost winds were making 9
fire pleasant, when they stood in the YES
trv-room of the little church, waiting fol-
the clergyman.
Dearest, there is one thing l want t.
say; my name"
"Oh, don't tease me about that!
never can call you any thing but Mr.
George; but ought to have told you
"Come, Polly!" cried her uncle in.
tcrrupting her; and in they went, each
with something important to tell the
other.
Polly smiled little, with timid flut
ter; when Mr.. BulbO uttered, in q cleal
voice. l, George Washington" And he
gave little start of not entire pleasure
when she said, softly. II, Mary"
Il like Polly best" he whispered as he
threw back her veil and claimed her fol
his wife.
As Mr.. Kopp handed Polly into the car
riage, he laughingly said:
II ought to say Mrs. Bulbo now, l sup.
pose."
MRS Bulbo!' cried Polly, aghast.
Yes, darling, that is what wanted tC
tell you in the vestry, and now that We
are so happy can endure to speak of the
NATTER" and Mr. Bulb0 told her the
whole story. To his surprise Polly
laughed until she cried, blushed as if or
fire, and as the drive to the house wal
short, refused to explain, but ran in and
seemed to avoid him. 1t was not until the
hour of return was over that Polly stood
alone with him on the porch. Then be
tween bursts of laughter and showers Of
tears. which were cleared away in thu
most natural manner possible, she tolG
him.
She was Mary Francis; had feared som.
one would ask her for her money, and hal
changed her name and secluded herself
here. She had always avoided him, fol-
his name had prejudiced her to think h,
was very disagreeable. She had meant L
tell him of her wealth just before thel
were married, that it might have no in
fluencc on him, and now he had done jus
what he didn't want to do.
No, no." he swore. "Just what b,
wanted. He had been so happy that h,
had never thought to tell her his name
and now what difference did it make
They loved each other"
But alas for Mr.. BulbOi He returned
to BrOOkley with his loved and .Ovins
wife, and his little world was in flames il
q moment.
II told you so! Wasn't he sly rogu,
to 60 and marry her secretlys"
Fate was against him, facts were agains
him. What could he say. how refute?
"Ah, Bulbo, we saw it all. Bless you
you couldn't surprise us; we knew it wa
inevitable
He took other rooms; would hav,
eschewcd closets, but Polly said they
0Asn
sued him. He lived long happy life
but to his good old age could not bear ,
door behind him; and as friends nevel
forget, l think we may safely say Mr.
Bulbo never got rid of the Skeleton in hi.
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