The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1879-03-27


nus.iD, was moved 20 ask ii there was
not somewhere for them 10 go.
''Not but that / see enough that's
charming here"
Polly turned away with little frown,
and Rir. Bulbo was. as usual, upbraiding
himself, when deepening red on her
an irreyocable mistake. They went to
Lynn brook, and gos home Ia time for
Polly to get tea. After that Mr.. Kopps
proposed 10 call Oh another young lady
/ Mr.. Bulbo had discovered that Polly
sang; and as music was his great delight,
and he made some attempts, though no
pretenslols III that quarter, he insisted
on song. One followed another; their
voices Iinrmonized finely; and another
evening was gone.
This was but an example of many days.
Polly had read some new books that had
particularly pleased Mr.. Bulbo, and she
was so lively and piquant it was delight
fsul TO talk to her. She was remarkably
well educated, which surprised Mr.. Bul-
bo, as Mieford was bat country place.
"Ah, now you'd like to ask questions, :"
she cried, as he let drop something of
that kind. 81 was not brought up here,
and that's all I'll say. Ladies only are
privileged to ask questions.
"There is one that gentlemen may
ask" softly said Mr. Bulbo, leaning
toward her; but she sprang from her seat
and ran up stairs.
''Bulbo, you're a fool u was the gen
tleman's mental comment. II am afraid
you are IN love-you are, by Jovel" he
calculated, as he seized the handkerchief
Polly had dropped, and, pressing it to
his lips, placed it III his inner pocket.
II was to be feared that the truth, Mr.
BUlbo had been five weeks at Mr.. Kopps
and had entirely forgotten the cause of
his coming. He had made bat one call
III search of wife who was TO yindicate
his character III the yirtuous city Of
Brookley, bat had fingered all this time
10y the side Of bright eyed plump little
damsel who had become necessity to
him, and without whom he felt his bach
elor room would be dreary indeed. Why
wouldn't she DO so well, better than any
one else, for his purpose. She was n
darling, would make him happy, refnte
the scandal, destroy the tenant of that
closet ugh Yes, yes. But, great
and unspeakable, fell on lIr. Buloo, as
he contemplated the IDEA that she might
reject him. In ali his plans he had never
once thought of that Nor that he WAS
over bold; he had no opinion OF his abil-
tiles; bat the extremity had been such
that he had never allowed G. refusal to
enter into his calculations. In the de-
spair that came over him lie went out
and wandered by the brook until long
past the tea hour
Ii was with fearful heart throb and q
perceptible jump that he saw Polly ap-
proaching.
"Mr. George, won't YOU come to teas".
f'I won't come, Miss Polly, my hearts
Polly, 1t sounded horribly, but Mr..
BuIbo:did not mean it should, ,-S'unless
you Will let ne go with you" he replied,
seizing her hand in both OF lis.
That's just what | mean to do" re
piled Polly, breathlessly, trying to with
draw her hand. Il have not had mine
yet.
"No, no, that's not what / mean. I
won't GO unless You go with me-uness
We go tcgether-that is, Polly, dearest
Polly, love you and must have" And
she was folded closely III his arms.
1t was bungl'ngly done, and Nj. Dul-
DO must have had some encouragement,
or else he had forgotten his fears; but
Polly understood him and-tea waited
longer still.
To Mr.. Bulbo's delight Polly was will
ing to appoint an early day; and the nuts
were just falling, end the pumpkins had
drunk their fill of yellow sunlight, and
the northern frost winds were making a
fire pleasant, when they stood III the
vestry-room OF he little church, waiting
for the clergyman.
dearest, there is one thing | want to
say; my name"
''Oh, don't tease me about that. [,
never can call you anything but Mr..
George; but ] ought to have told YOU"
"Come, Polly!" cried her uncle, inter
rupting her; and III they went. each with
something important TO tell the other.
Polly smiled little, with a timid fiut-
ter, when Mr.. Bulbo uttered in clear
voice, q, George Washington" And be
gave start OF not entire pleasure when
she said softly, 81, Mary"
q like Polly best" he whispered as
he threw back her veil and claimed her
for his wife
As &r. Kopps handed Polly into the
carriage, he laughingiy said:
Il ought to say Mrs. Bulbo now, I
'.Mrs. Bulbon' cried Polly, aghast.
"Ies, darling, that is what | wanted
to tell you in the vestry, and now that
we are so happy | can endure to speak of
the natter and Mr.. Bulbo told her the
whole story. TO lis surprise, Polly
laughed until she cried, blushed as if she
were on fire, and as the drive TO tbe
house was short, refused to explain, but
ran IL and seemed to avoid him. It yas
not until the hustle Of return was over
that Polly stood alnne with him on tie
porch. Then between bursts of laugh
ter and showers of tears, which were
cleared away il The most natural manner
possible, she told him.
She was Mary Francis; had feared
some one would seek her for her money
and had changed her name, and secluded
herself here. She kai always avoided
hin, for his name had prediudiced her
to think lie was very disagreeable. She
had meant to tell him of her wealth lust
before they were married that it might
have no influence on him, and now he
had done just what he didn't want TO do.
mo, no, he swore. Just what he
wanted. lie had been SO happy that lie
never thought TO tell her Of his name.
and what difference did it make? They
loved each other
Bat alas for Mr.. Bulbo He returned
to Brookley with his loved and loving
vile, ald his little world was in flames in
a moment.
81 told you so, Wasn't he a sly rogue
10 SO and marry her So secretly2''
Fate was against him, facts were
against him. What could he say. how
refGte:
''Ah, Bulbo. we saw it all. Bless Won.
you couldn't surprise US; we knew i was
inevitable
lie took other rooms; would have es-
chewed closets; hut Polly said they were
necessary. Still the phantom pursued
him. He lived long. happy life, but to
his old age could not bear q door behind