The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-02-18

She burst into tears.
"Oh, what shall say 7" she sobbed.
thought you merely friend. am
-I-I-I am engaged to the Professor
he proposed yesterday evening""
Bachelor Bunting had dropped down
upon his knees while making the Of
fer.
Now he got up with sort of groan
mot entirely caused by disappointed
love, for he had the rheumatism.
Farewell, false one" he said feeling
for his hat without looking for 1t, "I
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 comfortable in the edible line.
After which the thought of her fiance
consoed 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 in
f,f Il "a, H., 10:
almost always in the 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 be-
trothed pair sat before the fire in the
polished CRATE, there came ring at the
bell, and the girl who answered 1t
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,
I'm SO fond of the dear children in
the neighborhood. "It's one of them L
presume ?"
But while she was speaking, small,
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short frock, with a tambourine in her
hand, bounced into the room and throw
ing herself into the Professors arms,
with strong French accent screamed
Darling papa, have I then found
you ? How glad mamma will be We
thought you dead"
I'm not your papa" said the
Frenchman, turning pale. "Are you
crazy, my dear little girl ?'
mo, no, no you are my papa !"
cried the child. " Do not deny your
Estelle. Does she not know you All,
my heart, 1t tells me true. Dear, man,
ma and have almost starved, but she
has never pledged her wedding ring,
never. She plays the organ, 1 the tam
| BOURNE. We have suffered, but now
papa will return to us. All, heaven ~
"My gracious the morals of furri-
ners. He'd have married missus!" cried
the girl at the door.
"She tells one black lie. Never be-
fore have l seen her; believe me, mad
anne !" screamed the poor Frenchman.
All, mon Dieu, am dreaming 2"
'Oh, Alphonse,' cried the widow ;" but
there, will be firm My best friends
warned nae 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, zense 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. Col What an
escape have had |"
The Professor departed.
Mrs. Hunter threw herself into her
chair and burst into tears.
After while she grew more calm and
taking letter from a drawer, she pc
rused it.
"Ah mel what decelvers those Men
areP' she said, as she pensively lay back
on the cushions. "Only 10 think he
could write letter 80 full OF love, and
prove such villain; but am warned
in time"
And she tore THE letter into frag
ments.
The maideA aunt, who had not
heard word, demanded an explana-
ton,
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