The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1879-03-20

not entirely caused by disappointed
love, for he had the rheumatism.
Farewell, false one," he said, feel
ing for his hat without. looking for it.
81 leave you forever"
He strobe away, banging the door
after him.
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 to
take glass Of wine and something hot
and comforting in the edible line.
After which the thought of her fiance
consoled her.
Days passed on.
Bachelor Bunting did not drown him
self or sup cold poison.
The wedding day was fixed.
The housemaid informed her friend
that Mrs. Hunter kept steady COM
pany."
The maiden aunt, who had no income
of her own, curried favor by being al
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
betrothed pair sat before the fire in the
polished CRATE, there came ring at the
bell, and the girl who answered it soon
looked into the parlor to announce the
fact that little girl in the hall would
come in,
"Oh, let her in," said Mrs. Hunter.
"Tm so fond of the dear children in the
neighborhood. It's one of them, pre-
sumo ?"
But while she was speaking, a small,
but very old locking little girl in short
frock, with tambourine in her hand,
bounced into the room, and throwing
herself into the Professors arms, with
strong French accent screamed:
Darling papa, have l then found
you? How glad mamma will be! We
lHOWSuJ YOU ucdu'
II am not your papa" said the
Frenchman, turning pale. care you
crazy, my dear little girl?"
"No, no, no; you are my papao
cried the child. "Do not deny your
Estelle. Does she not know you? All,
my heart, it tells me true. Dear man.
ma and | have almost starved, but she
has never pledged her wedding ring
never. She plays the organ, the tam
BOURNE. We have Suffered, but now
papa will return to us. All, heaven 7"
"My gracious the morals offurriners.
He'd have married missus" cried the
girl at the door.
"She tells one black lie. Never be-
fore have | seen her; belief me, mad
ame !" screamed the poor Frenchman.
"Ah, mon Dieu, am dreamingP"
"Oh, Alphonse," cried the 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. Col"
"Ah, madame, zese is falsehood,"
cried the unfortunate Frenchman, los
ing his temper in his excitement. 'Be-
| lief"
"Out of my house !" cried the widow.
Peggy, open the door. CO. What
an escape have had ~
The Professor departed.
Mrs. Hunter threw herself into her
chair and burst into tears.
After awhile she grew more calm,
and taking letter from drawer, she
perused it.
"Ah me what deceivers those men
are !" she said, as she pensively lay
back on the cushions. "Only to think
he could write letter so full of love,
and prove such Il william; but l am
warned in time"
And she tore the letter into frag-
ments..
The maiden aunt, who had not heard
a word, demanded an explanation.
Biddy howled it through her ear
trumpet in these words:
"The scoundrel has ever so many
wives and families already, playin'
tambourines for their bread-the ras-
cal (" ~. |.
And in the midst the door bell rang,
and Mr.. Bunting walked In, with a
polite bow.
Biddy and the aunt slipped out of the
room.
Mr.. Bunting approached the widow.
II called to apologize" he said. 81
was hasty the other day, Had known
the gentleman was dear to you, should
have restrained my speech. | wish you
happiness; ="
"Don't, please" cried the widow
"He's worse than you painted him. I've
found hfm ont, hate him. AS for me,
can never be happy again"
"Not with your own buntingP" cried