The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1878-11-06
HOW fHE FOOLED HER.

over at Pencader, suspected that
Mrs. Bungay didn't care as much
for him as she onght to. So one
day he went up to the city, after
leaving word that he would be
gone for two or three days. While
there he arranged with a friend
to send telegram TO his wife, at
certain hour announcing that he
had been run over on the railroad
and been killed.
Then Bungay came home, and
slipping into the house unper'
ceived, he secreSed himself in the
closet in the sitting-room, to
await the arrival of the telegram
and to see how Mrs. Bungay took
it. After a while it came, and be
saw the servant girl give it to bis
wife. She opened it, and as she
read it she gave one little start.
! Then Bungay saw a smile grad.
uaIly overspread her features,
She rung for the girl, and when
the servant came Mrs. Bungay
said:
"Mary, Mr.. Bungay has been
killed. I've just got the news. /
reckon I'll have to put on black
for him, though I hate to give up
nv new bonnet for mourning.
You just 60 round to the milliner'a
and ask her to fetch me up some
of the newest styles Of widows
bonnets, and tie piece of black
Grape on the door. and then bring
the undertaken here"
While Mrs. Bungay was waiting,
she smiled continually, and once
or twice she danced around the
room, and stood in front Of the
mirror, and Bungay heard her
murmur to herself:
Il amt a bad looking woman.
either. I wonder what James
will think Of me ?"
"James !" thought Bungay, as
his widow took her seat and sang
softly, as if she felt particularly
happy. "Who in thunder is James
She certainly can't mean that in
famous old undertaken, Toombs
His names James, and he's q
widower; but it's preposterous
that she cares for him, or is going
to prowl after any man for hus-
band as quick as this"
While he brooded in horror over
the thought, Mr.. Toombs arrived.
The widow said:
"Mr. Toombs, Bungay is dead
run over by a locomotive and
chopped all up." ..
Every sorry to hear it; I sym
pathize with you in your af1lc-
tion."
"Thank you; it is pretty sad
But I don't worry much. Bun.
gay was poor sort of a man to
get along with, and now that he's
dead, I'm going to stand it with.
out crying my eyes out. We will
have to bury him, I suppose
though ?"
"That is the usual thing to do
| ID SuCn cases.
"Well, l want you to tend to ii
for me. I reckon the coroner
will have to sit on him first. But
when they get through, if you'll
collect the pieces and shake him
into some kind OF a bag and pack
him into @ coffin, I'll be obliged
"Certainly, Mrs. Bungay. Wher
do you want the funeral to oc
cur?"
"Oh most any day; P'rbap'
the sooner the better SOS we cal
have it over. It'll save expense
by taking less ice. l don't wan
to spend much money on it, Mr.
Toombs. Rig up some kind Of {
cheap coffin, and mark his namt
on it with a brush, and bury hin
with as little fuss as possible. II
; come along with a couple O.
friends; and We'll walk. No car
riages. Times are too hard"
"I'll attend to it,"
"And, Mr.. Toombs, there ii
another matter. Mr.. Bungay'I
life was insured for about twenty
thousand dollars, and I want t.
get it as soon as possible, ane
then l shall think Of marrying
again"
"Indeed, Madam!".
"Yes; and can you think of any
body who will suit me?'
II dunno. l might. Twenty
thousand you say be left?"