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

Bulbo "a man most scrupalous on such
points. Could he not strapgle that
shaddowless monster. What if he
was poor? If he had been rich he would
/ have done the same-he, who had come
and gone in this famous city of Brooklyn
for ten years, treading his quiet path of
life IN riticised. He had never used
his modest Wit against any one more
than to give harmless thrust at fellow
sufferer for the benefit OF his pretty,
much-abused companion at some amiable
''tea fight" where ones friends are
served Up hot with the fragrant urn, aud
their fayorite foibles form an appetizing
sauce for the tempting rasher. Why
had this come upon him2 lie was pur-
sued night and day; the very alr was
full Of whispers; even haunted i'll his
own chambers; no secret place where he
could escape. YES" every one said,
she will marry her." See how he looks
after the property" 'That's a nice
nest egg for him, aud no mother-in-law;'
"Observe how the sly rogue keeps the
rest away-lucky dog Then to him:
"When will the happy event come off,
eh, Bu boz" Clapplng him on the
shoulder, 81 say, you were born with
gold spoon III your mouth. Irotesta-
tions were of no avail; his most sincere
acts were against him. II was unendura-
BILE. Something must be done. He had
thought of suicide; but that would never
do, for then the yoiceless torment would
spring upon his inanimate body, and
proclaim in far reaching tones, she pro
posed, and she illted HIM" No, no!
and Mr.. Bulbo feverishly paced the
room, looking here and there for an os
cape
st last he stood, with his hair bristling
wildly, and burst into loud, echoing
laugh Tne closet door cIeaked, and he
shouted III reply:
cay, come out come out, I dread
vou no more You're outwitted-Out
Uitted p and, dragging a yalise from a
recess, he began to hurl in articles, MAX
ing the most eztrayagant demonstrations
of delight the while.
Was he crazy? No, but solution OF
his difficulty was presented. He would
marry some good girl Immediately, and
then what could they say? He paused
for nothing, except once or twice to
glare at the closet, until the yalise was
packed and locked, when he sat down
upon it 10 wipe the perspiration from
his forehead and consider where he
should go. Then IN the quiet which
ensued, he realized the sacrifice he WAS
about to make. His easy chair SO lnvit
ing, his dressing gown SO cOmfortable,
his fireside 50 cosy, his belongings so
conveniently scattered about, his club
meetings, his pleasant little dinners with
a friend or two-all would vanish like a
happy dream, to be followed by what
unknown dreadful reality OF a hereafter.
Well, well; it must be done. He laughed
no more as he arose to complete his
preparations. His honor was at stake.
lie might sleep then at least; but no
curtain lectures, These, even, might he
endured if he had his business hours il
peace; and Mr Bulbo's spirits arose
again sufficiently to give the closet door
a good kick, and shake his clenched fist
at it as he left the room with his travel
ing gear.
The next afternoon he was walking
hastily along the quiet streets of Mile
ford. Nothing but the urgency Of the
case could have kept him up during his
journey. It was dreadful step he had
taken, but the disease III this case was
worse than any cure could be, and called
for a violent remedy. Mr. Buibo was
not q stranger in Mlleford, having spent
some OF his early years there, and he
was soon warmly greeted in Mr.. kopp's
kitchen. The farmer and his wife hailed
him as Mr.. George, as they had been in
the habit of calling him in earlier days;
and Mr. BulbO, glad to escape from the
name which had 50 annoyed him, begged
them not to mention his surname.
His room looked out on a quiet mea-
dow, and it was with feeling Of intense
relief that he missed the mochlng chin
MES Of his usual abode. At tea lie met
and was waited upon by Mr.. Kopp's
niece, Polly. She had such a flow of
good spirits that he forgot duty, and en-
tered into merry conversation, which he
nnwillingly ended at her pointed sugges-
ton OF bis need of a smoke. He ioincd
Mr.. Kopps en- the veranda, and soon told
him his errand-not the cause, but the
plain fact that he was in search of a wife
II thought I couldn't do better than
come here, he said trying TO speak
carelessly. ''rhe fact Is, I'm tired of
living bachelors life. -
Oh, miserable subterfugel Mr. Buibo
hated himself for being obliged to resort
to it. Mr. Kopps mentioned several
young lady whom Mr.. Bulbo remember
ed rs child, and Offering to introduce
him that evening.
won't you go. Polly" he called into
the kitchen.
"No, thanks" aad Nj. Bulho felt
disappointed, and half inclined to give
up the venture.
Bulbo made up short call as he felt
weary; and as he opened the kitchen
door on his return. Polly sat by the win
dow, singing and pairing apples, q nice
little cot protecting her finger from the
stain, and she nodded a smiling well
come, as she put bit of apple between
her rosy lips. Mr.. Bulbo leaned on the
chair to chat, and soon asked for knife
TO help.
but you'll have to wear q cot"
''Put 1t on" he responded, stretching
out his hands.
They're all too SMALL she cried. !
after several mirth- provoking attempts
to place them.
Cant something else do?" he help
lessly inquired. Il can't bear to be
idle
''Yes; I'll wind them up in rags"
Sid her deft fingers soon bound his /!
hands.
1t was late when they finished, for
Polly insisted that the parings should be |
perfect, and their aid required in solving
matrimonial questions. Hers always /
formed B, at which she was very much /
provoked; but Mr.. Bublo's were very |
indefinite.
rs 1t ? OF an F. she asked, puz-
Zilng over the letter. ST declare it's as
nlueh like an " as anything
When at last bed time CAME. without /
q doubt Polly lighted his candle. and be- /
tween them they dropped the snufrers
three times before he got fairly started. /
In the morning he must see the farm. /
aGd IS NJ. kopps work was urgent. /
Polly was impressed to do the honors. /
On thair return the sun was too hot to .
go out, and it was pleasanter To cha. in