Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1883-03-09

''Or his grandmother"
| mo"
"Or his grandfather
"No.n
I'm sorry,n said /, makinga terrible
effort to calm myself, "Tm very sorry
that you didn't know his grandfather,
very sorry, indeed; because the old gen
| tleman kicked me out of his front door
once for daring to make love to his
daughter; and, by Jove, girl, if young
Tom Bunsby comes here to see you I'll
serve him in the same manner. Oh,
revenge is sweet-'tis SWEET
Julia got up then.
"Can I go now, fatherp'' she asked.
Eyes; but, remember, no more Tom
Bunsby, Goodnight"
Time passed on and Julia seemed the
same as usual. Whether she saw Tom
or not / did not know at the time,
| though have since learned that they
were in the habit of meeting quite fire.
quently. No, / did not know that they
met, but suspected that they might,
and, to prevent any chance of an elope-
ment, / never allowed Julia to go out
in the evening unless went with her,
and at 10 o'clock every night the doors
and windows were all made fast against
burglars and lovers, and we slept secure
until morning. You perceive by this
that / am not one of those who wait I'M
til the mare is stolen before locking the
stable. Well, it was one night about a
month ago that, after locking up the
and disrobing this lovely form of mine,
crept into bed. had just finished my
first nap, and had turned over for the
second, when the door bell rang. And
how it did ring. Egadi / thought
they'd pull it down Was it fire, burg
lars, or did somebody mistake my house
for the Doctors? / didn't stop to think,
but, throwing on my clothes in the
shortest possible time, rushed down
stairs and threw open the door, holding
my revolver straight out before me as /
did SO.
"A note for you sir," said small boy,
handing me folded paper. My first
thought was that it was telegraphic
dispatch.
Anything to pay?" asked.
''No SIR" and the boy vanished in the
thick darkness. Closing the door, tore
open the note and read:
Mr.. McStivers: Your daughter will elope to-
night with Tom Bunsby, If she has not already.
if you find her not in her room, run to the
hotel-room 49, first flight Alden, n
. All the tiger in the McStiverses was
aroused. ] dashed madly up stairs, and,
throwing open Julia's door, rushed in.
Alas! / was too late. She was gone
the bird had flown. She had not been
in bod fhnt l;I
the search there, but flew on the wings
of the wind out of the room. out of the
house and along the street till reached
the Falmouth Hotel. The clerk was
doing in the office, and did not see me
when | entered. l did not speak, but
crept cautiously upstairs and along the
corridor until reached No. Is.
Death to the Bunsby," | muttered
through my clinched teeth
Oh, how ferocious | must have looked.
My blood curdles even now while |
think of it. l knocked at the door.
II will call him out and shoot him in
his tracks, said |. I'm insane now.
Mcfarland was nowhere compared with
me, and no jury will convict me- But
no one answered the knock. | tried the
uOOIs LII, IL MiS uulpGhGu. tnJcIGu
the room. The above four words are of
terrible import, and / want you to con-
slider them well. The gas was burning,
but all was still, save the soft breathing
of n sleeper, whose face was hidden
from me by the curtains of the bed. |
sprang forward, tore open the cur
tains, seized Il bare arm, and, with the
celebrity of lightning, yanked the sleeper
into the middle of the floor. The ex-
sleeper screamed. yelled once, and
then, with musical groan, fell to the
floor, tearing my hair as l went.
'tRoderick!' said the screamer.
"Oh, heavings! where am |? Ma |
ry, is it you? Where isis Bunsby?"
Dead"
"And vouP"
I'm n widow; and youp"
Im-Im widower,n | answered, |
with a groan.
Il always loved you Roderick," said |
The.
"And you are just as handsome as |
,ver," said l.
you've acted very improper to-
night said she.
INTERNALLY so, said l. where is
your sonp"
II know not He loves your daughter
md she loves him-and | love YOU
Mary blushcd. Considering that she
vas in a very light evening costume it
wasn't strange that she should)
"And Bunsby's dead?"
"Bunsby's deadr'
Mary said |, ''may ! be a second
is oh -ah! will you be
ninepn
She threw herself into my arms. just
hen heard footsteps; | turned, and
aw Tom and Julia standing at the
loor
THE deucem cried Tom
mo, no, it's my fatherr' said Julia
oh, father, won you forgive usp'
There was queer twinklein her eyes
when she said that.
Forgive YOU for whate"
For marrying Tom. I'll promise not
Q do it again. ~
And will you forgive me for marry
NO his mother. as | mean to do to-
norrowPa
"Oh, viii you pap"
II will if somebody'll tell me who
trote that note to me tonight, said |.
Il wrote it,n replied Tom, with a
lugh. Julia. was hid in the closet
then you went to her room, and when
GU rushed out of the house she follow
q you, met me, the minister was wait
~, and we were quickly made one
eSh. But how came you in thiSroomen
The note said | should find you
ere
Yes, Thought you would like to see
~ mother, though she didn't know you
as coming. But how did you get imp
Il forgot to lock the DOOR" said
larry.
''EoS lucky" saidI. "We'llhaye an
Their wedding tomorrow. And now,
=
! kissed Mary and the dear children
bless them-and then, taking my hat,
aturned to my home. much happier
ian than had been for years
There was wedding next day, o
uiet affair, and then short tour.
At present we are all at home-Tom,
ulia, Mary and land if you don't be- ,
eve my story, just come down to Tad
louth and inquire. Everybody knows
lie here.
Adieu! Be yirtuous and you will be
sppy.
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