Weekly Trinity journal., 1879-07-12
WINNING THE WIDOW.
That wicked Frenchman,


Mrs. Hunter was widow-rich child
less, fair and thirty. fve-and she made
the remark above recorded to Mr.. Bunt
ing, bachelor, who hnd come to pay nm
afternoon cnll. apropos of the departure
Of Prof La Fnntaine. vino had, accord
ing to etiquette, taken his departure on
the arrival of Mr.. Bunting.
Don't like to contradict o Indy said
Mr.. Bunting; but / can't say I agree
with you and these foreigners are gen.
orally imposters, too !!
Mrs. Hunter shook her head coquet
tishly.
She was rather coquettsh and rather
gushing for her age.
Oh, you gentlemen. you gentlemen Z
she said. | can't see that you ever do
justice to each other
And then she rang the bell and order,
ed the servants to bring ten, and pressed
Bachelor Bunting to stay and partake OF
it,
There was maiden aunt Of eighty in
the house to play proprety, and allow her
the privilege Of having as many bache-
ors TO tea as she chose. and Mr.. Bunting
forgot his jealousy and was once more
hanpy.
He was. truth to tell, very much in
love with the widow, who was his junior
by fifteen years.
He liked the idea of her living on the
interest Of her money, too.
She was splendid housekeeper and a
fine pianist.
She was popular and good looking.
He intended to offer himself for her
acceptance Ms soon rs he felt sure that
she would not refuse him.
But this dreadful Professor La Fon
tane, With black eyes rs big M saucprs.
and long side wbiskcrs, black us any
ravens wing. had the advantage of being
the widows junior.
This opportunity To make fool Of her
self is so irri>tiele to every widow.
II troubled his dreams good deal
not that he thought him handsome
Oh, no.
But still Mt fifty man does not desire
rival. however he may despise him
She did not nsk hun to stay. aud she
did ask me- said Mr.. Bunting. aud de-
parted after most delightful evening.
during which the maiden aunt (who was
ut hest rs deaf as po-D snored swectly
in her chair.
But, alas on the very next evening
his sky was overcast.
Professor La Fontaine took the widow
to the opera.
He saw them enter the doors of the
opera house, aud having followed and
secured seat in the retired portion of
the house, also noticed that the Profes
sor kept his eyes flxId upon the lady's
face in the most impressive manner duro
ing the whole of the performance. and
that fhe now and then even returned his
glances.
1t can't go on said Mr.. Bunting to
himself, can't allow it. She'd regret
it all her life. I must demonstrate with
her. No woman likes coward. Faint
heart mover won fair Indy. She'll ad
rfiire me for speaking out.
And that very evening Mr.. Bunting
trotted up to the widows house full of
deadly purpose ard set speech learned
off by heart.
This speech he forgot as he crossed the
threshold.
The purpose abded with him.
There were the usuai remarks about
the weather.
The usual chit chat followed, but the
widow saw that Mr.. Bunting was not at
his case.
AT last with sort ofa plunge that II
timid balher makes into the chilly water,
he dashed into the subject nearest his
heart.
He's rascal ma.am, give you my
word
Oh, dear Who is p cried the widow.
That frog eater, replied the bachelor.
Upon my soul, speak for your own
good. am interested in your welfare.
Don't allow his visits. You don't know
Il thing about him
Do you allude to Monsieur La Fon
tane p asked Mrs. Hunter, solemnly.
nllude to that fellow, said Bachelor
Bunting. Why, his very countrnance
proves him to be rascal I'D enjoy
kicking him out so much, I'd
Sir said the widow, i if you have not
been drinking, really think you must
be mad
Ma 'am,' cried Mr.. Bunting.
Perhaps, however, SHOULD take no
notice Of such conduct said Mrs. Hunt
er, Perhaps l should treat 1t with silent
contempt
Oh. good gracious = cried Bachelor
Bunting; don't trent me with silent
contempt. It's my affection for YOU that
urges me on. I adore you Have me.
Accept me. Marry me and be NINE to
cherish and protect you from ali auda-
cious Frenchmen.'
III e widows nenrt was melted.
She burst into tears.
'Oh, what shall saw she sebbed. i
thought YOU were merely friend. l.
nm-I-I-I am engaged to the Profess
sor he proposed yesterday evening"
Bachelor Bunting dropped down upon
his knees, while making his offer.