Kimball enterprise. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1883, 1883-05-11
did you know Tom Bus

cor his mother?"
"No.
"or his grandfather"
"I'm sorry" said l, making a terrible
effort to calm myself. "I'm very sorry
that you didn't know his grand father.
very sorry, indeed, because the old gem
tleman kicked me out of his front door
nee 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, re-
venge is sweet-'tis sweet"
Julia got up then.
Can ). go now, fa.her?" she asked.
eyes; but, remember, no more ofTom
Bunsby. Goodnight"
Time passed on and Julia seemed the
same as usual. Whether she saw Tom
or not I did not know at the time, though
| have since learned that they We're in
the habit of meeting quite frequently.
No, l did not know that they met but |
suspected that they might, and, to pre-
vent any chance of an elopement, |
never allowed Julia to go out in the even-
ings unless | went with her, and at 10
o'clock every night the doors and win
dows were all made fast against burglars
and lovers, ana we slept secure until
morning. You perceive by this that |
am not one Of those who wait until the
mare is stolen before locking the stable.
Well, it was n night abou3a month ago,
that, after locking up the house as usual,
| retired to nv room, and, dlsrobing this
lovely form of mine, crept into bed. l
had just!tinished my first nap, and turn
ed over for the second, when the door
bell rang. And how did it ring! Egad!
! thought they would pull it down.
Was it fire, burglars, or did somebody
mistake my house for the doctors? |
my clothes in the shortest. possible time,
l rushed down stairs and threw open
the door, holding my revolver straight
before me as / did SO.
"a note for you, sir,,' said a small boy,
handing me a folded paper. My first
thought wa that it was a telegraph
dispatch;
Anything to pay?" asked.
No, sir" and the boy vanished in
the thick darkness. Closing the door I
tore open the note and read:
Mr.. McStivers: Your daughter will elope
tonight with Tom Bunsby, if she has not
already. If you find her not in her room,
run to the hotel-room Is, first flight.
Adieu. JOE KERR
All the tiger in the McStivelses was
aroused. / dashed madly up stairs, and,
throwing open Julia's .ioor, rushed in.
Alas! | was too late. She was sone--
the bird had flown. She had o beer
in bed that night. l did not continue
the search there, but flew on the wings
of the wind out of the room, out of the
house along the street, till l reached the
falmouth hotel. Tue clerk was doing
IN the office, and did not see me when l
entered. / did not speak but crept eau.
tiously upstairs and along the corridor
until | reached No. Is.
death to Bnnsby" I muttered through
my c!inched teeth.
on how terocious ] must have looked.
My blood u les even now while 1
th!nk OF 1t. | knocked at the door.
II will call him out and shoot him in
his tracks," said /. "Tm insane now.
Mcfarland was nowhere compared with
me, and no jury will convict me-" But
no II answered the knock, l tried
the door. Ha, it was unlocked. l en-.
tered the room, The above four words
are of terrible import, and | want yout to
consider them well. The gas was burn
ing, but all was still, save the soft
breathing ora sleeper, whose face was
hidden from me by the curtains of the
bed. sprang- forward, tore open the
curtains, seized a bare arm. and with
the CELEBRITY Of lightning, yanked the
sleeper into sudden wakefulness. The
e~X-sleeper screamed, l yelled once, and
then, with a musical groan, fell to the
floor, tearing my hair as | went.
"Roderickl" said screamer.
oh, heayings where am 1? Ma.
by"
"Dead."
"And your"
Pm a widow; and your"
"Im-Im a widower," I answered,
with a groan.
81 always loved you, Roderick," said
she.
And you are just a handsome as
You've acted very improper to.
night" said she.
Internally So" said I. "Where is
Il know not. He loves your daught-
er and she loves him-and / love YOU
Mary blushed. considering that she
was In a very. light costume it wasn't
StidllGe lldJ SIG should
And Bunsby's dead?'
"Bunsby's dead!'
MARY" said I, 'may | be a second
Bunsby-that is--oh-ah! will you be
She threw herself into my arms. Jus,
then l heard footsteps; | turned and
saw Tom and Julia standing at the door,
The deuce!" cried Tom.
mo, no, it's my father!" said Julia.
"Oh, father, won't you forgive us?"
There was a queer twinkle in her
eyes when size sa d that.
Forgive US for what?"
FOR marrying Tom, PHI promise not
to do it again."
"And will you forgive me for marry.
ing his mother, as | mean to do to-mor.
row."
ooh, will you, pa?'
Il will if anybody'll tell me who wrote
that note to me tonight" said /.
II wrote il" replied Tom, with a laugh,
"Julla was hid in the closet when vol
went to her room, and when you went
out Of the house she followed you, met
me, the minister wal waiting, and we
were quickly made one flesh. But how
came you in this room?"
"The note said | should End you here
Eyes; | thought yon would like to see
my mother, though she didn't know
you was coming. But how did you pc,
in?"
II forgot to lock the door," said Mary
"How lucky" said |. GWEN have an.
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