Claiborne guardian. [volume] (Homer, La.) 1877-188?, 1879-06-25
Prof. La Fontaine took the wi.

the opera house, aud, having fol
lowed and secured seat in re
tired portion Of the house, also no
,iccd that the Prof. kept his eyes
fixed upon the lady's face in the
most impressive manner during the
whole performance. and that she
now and then even returned his
glancps.
at can't 60 on" said Mr.. Blunt.
ing 10 himself. IL can't allow il.
Shed regret il all her life. | must
demonstrate with her. No woman
likes II coward. Faint heart never
won fair lady. She'll admire me for
speaking out"
Aud that very evening Mr.. Blunt.
ing ,rottrd up to the widows house,
full of "A deadly purpose, and with
u set speech learned off hy heart.
The speech he forgot as he cross.
ed the threshold.
The purpose ahi.led with him.
There were The usual remarks
about the weather.
The usual chit.chat followed, bnt
the widow saw that Mr.. Bunting
was not at his ease.
At last, with the sort of plunge
that a timid ba,hrr makes into
chilly water, he dashed into the
subject nearest bis heart.
"He's II rascal, nia'am, | give you
my word"
"Oh, dear! Who ISL" cried the
widow.
"That trog,eaier,' replied the
bachelor. "Uuon my soul, speak
for your own good. l am interest.
ed in your welfare. Don't allow his
visits. You don't know II thing
about him.
ado you allude to Monsieur La
Fontainei" asked Mrs. Hunter, sol
EMMY.
II allude to that fellow" said
bachelor Bunting. "Why, his very
countenance proves him to be a
rascal. I'D enjoy kicking him
ont 81 much, i"
"Sir." said the widow, "if you
haven't been drinking, | really
think you must he mad.'
"Ma'am!" cried Mr.. Bunting.
"Perhaps, however, should take
no notice of such conduct said
Mrs. Hunter. "Prrhaps ! should
treat il with silent contempt.'
"Oh, good gracious" cried bach.
elOr Bunting; "dOn't treat me with
silent contempt. It's my affection
for you that urges me on. | adore
YOU. Haveme. Accept me. Mar.
ry me and he mine To cherish and
protect from all audacious French.
men,
/ The widows heart was melted.
She burst into tears.
"Oh, what shall sayi" she sob
bed. ~ thought YOU merely a
friend. l-au-I-l-l-l am en-
gagged 10 the Professor; he proposed
yesterday
Bachelor Bunting had dropped
down upon his knees while making
the offer
"Now he got up with sort Of
groan-nOt entirely caused 10y dis
appointed love, for he had thu
rheumatism.
Farewell. false one" he said
feeling for his hat without looking
for it. III leave you forever
He strobe away, banging the door
after him.
The widow cried and then laugh
ed, and then cried again.
La fact she had genuine fit oil
what the maiden aunt called sister
lrks,- and the chainl~rinaid "high
strikes" before she WAS brought Il
and prevailed on to take a glass o
wine aud something hot and com
Portable in the edible line.
After which the thought of he
fiavcr consolrd her.
DAYS passed on.
Bachelor Bunting did not drown
himself or sup cold poison.
The wedding day WAS fixed.
The housemaid Informed he
: friend that Mrs. Hunter kept stea
dy company"
The maiden amt, who had no in
come of her own, curiied favor h.
heing almost always in II state O
apparent coma.
: The widow WAS in the seventh
heaven of her bliss, and all wen
merry as Il marriage bell until on
evening. as the betrothed pair ~
= before the fire in the polished CRATE
there came a ring at the bell, an
the girl who answered it soon lool
ed into the Parlor 10 ANNOUNCES fll
fact that II little girl in the ha
would come in.
"Oh, let her in," said Mrs. HUI