Weekly Trinity journal., 1879-07-12
He strobe away banging the door after

The widow cried and then laughed,
and then cried again.
In fact she had genuine fit of what
the maiden aunt called 'stericks,' and
the chambermaid 'highstrikes,' before
she was brought to. and prevailed on to
take glass of wine and something hot
and comfortable on the edible line.
A fter which the thought of her fance
consoed her.
DAYS passed on.
Bachelor Bunting did not drown him
self or sup cold poison.
The wedding day was fixed.
The houscmaid informed her friend
that Mrs. Hunter kept steady company
The ma iden aunt who had no income
of her own, curried favor by being nj
most always in state of apparent coma.
The widow was in the seventh heaven
of bliss, and all went merry as a mar
riage bell, until one evening. as the be-
trothed pair sat before the fire in the
polished CRATE, there came ring ut the
'7'lf anu tNc y ~ WIN answered. IL SOOil
looked into the parlor to announce the
fact that little girl in the hall would
come in.
Oh, let her in, said Mrs. Huntor.-
I'm so fond of the dear children in the
neighborhood 1t is one of them | pre-
sumo p
But, while she was speaking. small
but very odd-lonkiug little girl, in n short
frock, with tam mbourine in her hand,
bounced into the room, and throwing
herself into the professors arms. with
strong, French accent, screamed :
Darling papa, hnve then found you
How glsd mamma will be ! We thought
ynu dead
Il am not your papa, said the French
man. turning pale, are you crazy, my
dear little girl p
No, no, no, you nre my papa = cried
he child. Do not deny your Estelle
Does she not know YOU? All, my heart,
it tells me ;rue Dear mamma and
have almost starved. but she has never
pledged her wrdding-ring never. Size
plays the organ, ;he tamhourine. We
have suffered bat now papa will return
to us. All, heaven
NV gracious ! the morals Ct iurriners.
He'd have married missus !! cried the
girl at the door.
she tells one black lie Never before
have seen her believe me madame +
screamed the Frencnman. All, mon
Dieu, am | dreaming q
'Oh, a 'phonse = cried tho widow -
But there, 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. Go =
'Ah, Madame ze-e ia ialsehood,'
cried the unfortunate Frenchman. losing
his temper in his excitement. Belief
Out of my house. cried the widow,
Peggy open the door, Go! What ar
escape hive had !!
The Professor departed.
Mrs. Hunter threw herself into her
chair md burst into tears.
After II while she grew more calm, and
taking letter from the drawer she pc
rused it..
'Ah, me what deceivers these men
are = she said. ms she pensively lay back
on the cushions. Only to think he
II "a f,D . Il
provc such II villain but | am warned ia
in time.
And she tore the letter in fragments
The maiden aunt who had not heard
word. demanded nm explanation.
Biddy howled it through her ear trum-
pet in these words:
The scoundrel has ever so many wives
and families already, playin tam bourines
for their bread the rascal 7
And in the midst the door bell rang,
and Mr. Bunting walked in with polite
bow.
Biddy and the aunt slipped out of the
room
Mr.. Bunting approached the widow.
Cuilth W ul'pt'S it FHlis
was hasty the other day. Had known
that the gentleman was dear l should
have restrained my speech. l wish you
happiness l.
Don't please cried the widow. He
is worse than y1u painted him. have
found him out, hate him. AS Tor me
can never be happy again
Not with you own Bunting?' cried
the bachelor, sitting down beside her.
Pm afraid not, said the widow.
Are you sure 2 asked Mr.. Bunting.
No, not quite, said Mr.. Hunter.
Then marry me. my dear, and try it.
Do, oil, do
Mrs. Hunter sob5ed and consented.
A tier having white -colored silk made
up aud trimmed with real lace, it was too
bad not Ia figure as bride after ALL
She married Bachelor Bunting and
was very happy.
1t wns we'll, perhaps, that she had not
the fairy gilt of the isble cav, and did
not put 1t on md follow Mr.. Bunting to
Il mysterious recess in the rear OF the
theatrr. WHITTIER he took his way after
departing from the widow on the light Of
iI- engagement.
There be met little girl, small but old
looking, the same indeed, who, had
clhimrG the Professor ms her lost papa,
aud this is what he said 10 her:
Here is the money | promised you,
my child, and you acted the thing ex
cellenily we'll. know that by the ef
feet you prnduced. She believes that
he's married man. and he cant prove
to the contrary. | knew yoa'd he able
to net il out when | saw you play the de-
serted child in the tragedy
Then Sl0c were counted out into the
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