The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-03-04
WHO WAS FOOLED.

- In Pencader, suspected that Mrs.
Bungay didn't care as much for him as
she ought to. So one day he went up
to the city, after leaving word that he
would be gone two or three days. While
there he arranged with friend to send
telegram to his wife, at certain hour,
announcing that he had been run over
on the railroad and killed.
Then Bungay came home, and slip
ping into the house unperceived he Sc
creted himself In the closet in the sitting
room to await the arrival of the tele-
gram and to see how Mrs. Bungay took
1t. After while 1t came, and he saw
the servant girl give 1t to his wife. She
opened 1t and as she read 1t she gave a
little start Then Bungay saw smile
gradually overspreading her features.
She rang for the servant, and when she
came, Mrs. Bungay said to her.
Mary, Mr. Bungay's been killed
I've just got the news, 1 reckon I'll
have to put ON black for him, though
1 hate to give up my new bonnet for
mourning. You just go round to the
milliner's and ask her to fetch me some
of the latest of Widows bonnets and tie
piece of black Grape on the door and,
then bring the undertaken her.
While Mrs Bungay was waiting, she
smiled continually, and once or twice
she danced around the room, and stood
in front of the looking glass, and Bun
gay heard her murmur to herself:
+" / amt such bad looking woman,
wonder now what James will think of
me?"
James !" thought Bungay, as his
widow took her seat and sang softly, as
if she felt particularly happy. Who
in thunder's James She certainly
can't mean that infamous old under
taker, Toombs His name is James,
and he's widower; but it's preposter-
GUS to think that she cares for him, or
is going to prowl after any man for a
husband as quick as this"
Mr.. Toombs, Bungay is dead run
over by locomotive and was chopped
all up"
"Very sorry to hear it, madam; /
sympathise with you in your afIiic-
tion."
Thank you, it is pretty sad. But /
don't worry much. Bungay was poor
sort of man to get along with, and
now that he's dead, I'm going to stand
it without crying my eyes out. We will
have to bury him, 1 suppose ?"
"That's the usual thing to do in such
cases.'
Well, L want you to tend to it for
me. / reckon the coroner will have to
sit on him first But when they get
through if you will collect the pieces
and shake him into some kind of bag
and pack him into a coffin, I'll be
obliged"
Certainly, Mrs. Bungay. When do
you want the funeral to occur ?"
oh, most any day. Perhaps the
sooner the better, SOS we can have it
over 1t will save expenses, too, by
taking less ice. 1 don't want to spend
much money on it, Mr.. Toombs. Rig
up some kind of cheap coffin, and
bury him with as little fuss as possible.
I'll come along with couple of friends
and we'll walk. No carriages. Times
are too hard"
l will attend to it,
And, Mr.. Toombs, there is another
matter. Mr.. Bungay's life was insured
for twenty thousand dollars, and want
to get it as soon as possible, and then l
shall think of marrying again"
Indeed, madam ~
"Yes; and can you think of anybody
who will suit me ?"
81 dunno, 1 might. Twenty thou
sand you say he left p''
Twenty thousand yes. Now, Mr..
Toombs, you'll think me bold, but L
only tell the honest truth when say
that prefer widower, and man who
is about middle age, and in some busi-
ness connected with cemeteries"
How would an undertaken suit
you?"
81 think very well, if l could only
find one. often told Bungay that ]
wished he was an undertaken"
Well, Mrs. Bungay, it is a little
kind of sudden; L haven't thought
much about it; and old Bungay's hard
ly got settled in the world tf hereafter; /;
but business is business, and if you
must have an undertaken to love you
and look after that life insurance money,
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