The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1879-06-25


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gan, | the tambourine. We have sui
fefed, but now papa will return to us
All heaven"
"My gracious! the morals Of fur
riners. He'd have married missus!'
cried the girl at the door. -
"she tells. on! one black. lie. Neyc
before have | seen her; BELIEF me
nat'ame9' screamed the poor Frencl
man. sAh, mon Dieu,, am IN dream
ing?" 'S''s
ooh, Alphonser' cried the widow
"But, there, ! viii be firm. My bes,
friends warned me Of you. Take
Jour hat-go. Never enter my pre-
sence again. !, Go with your unfortu
nate child--your poor, half starved
little girl. Go home to your desert.
ed wife. Cor 'g5s0
"Ah, madame, zese is falsehood,"
cried the unfortunate Frenchman,
losing his temper in his excitement.
sBelief--'' '' '''. %.'N' 8'' y"
'''t' Out Of my house!' crie,l the widl
ow. Peggy, open the door. Go!
What an esca; e | have halr'
The professor departed.
10 Mrs. Hunter threw herself into
her chair and burst into tears.
! After awhile she grew more ore calm,
and, taking i letter from a drawer,
she perused it. ss'' =
g ''Ah me! what deceivers these
men are!!' she said, as she pensively
lay back on the cushions. ".Oply to
think hescould write q letter . SO full
OF love, and prove such a william;
bet l am warned in time" sh''9
And she tore the letter into
fragments. ~ -.'''.'"S' ''''7 3"
y The maiden aunt, who had not,
heard a word, demanded an expla
nation. I
eBiddy howled it through her ear al
trumpet in these words h. .5'
/. t'The sconndfel has ever SO many
wives and families already, playin,'
tambourines for their bread-the
rascal!' ' a9'5.' i'asS''l. I as'i1 80
: And ID the midst the door bell
rang, and Mr.. Bunting walked III
with a polite bow. ;" a''.,',o %" .'''''"
Biddy and the aunt slipped ont Of
the roomn,' sag g i2ss ..25o
Mr.. Bunting approachedthe widow:
81 called to apologize" he said.
Il was hasty the other day. Had 7
known the gentleman was dear to
you, I should have restrained my
speech. | wish you happiness; T."
Don't, please" cried the widow
He's worse chan you painted him.
I've found him out, I hate him. As
or me, I can never be happy again"
''Not with your own Bunting?"
;ried the bachelor, sitting down be.
ide her. - s'la iisti't'9s ts ~ g
up n afraid not" said the widow.
5"Are you surer' asked Mr..
,unting. afai tit'l ne
.No, not quite,'' said Mrs. Hunter.
<"Then marry me, my dear, and
~ it. Do, oh, dop' ga.i8f
Mrs. Hunter sobbed and consented. |
After having white-colored silk
,ade up and trimmed with real lace,
was too bad not to figure as a
ride after all. .ass @
She married Bachelor. Bunting
nd was very happy.
1t was we'll, perhaps that she had
OF the fairy gift Of the invisible
ap. and did not put it on and follow
[r. Bunting 70 q mysterious recess
the rear Of a theatre, whittier he
'ok his way after parting from the
idow on the night Of his engage
ent.
There he met little girl, small
ut old looking, the same, indeed,
ho had claimed the professor as
er lost papa, and this is what he
i'd to her: Tae ial@ M "a
$50 f9 mirgsi agas
"Here is the money I promised
~, my child, and you acted the
ling excellently well. / know that
the effect you produced. She be.
ewes that he's a married man, and
> can't prove to the contrary i i
new you'd be able to act it out
hen I saw you play the deserted
hid in the tragedy g.gs,} tsg
Then $l00 we're counted out into
'e little brown hand, and Bachelor
uniting walked of triumphant.
10 this day his wife does not
now the truth, butalludes to poor,
InOcent Professor Ia For