The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1883-06-28

larly during the last five minutes, y
I remarked.
''Oh, father'' and she hid her
, face in my whiskers.
''Who was it, my dear?' l in
quired.
s'Mr. Thomas Bunsby."
"Tom Bunsbyr' l yelled, spring
ing to my feet, while my eyes rolled
fearfully.
Oh, it was terrible sight, know,
because there was mirror directly
in front of me.
"Har
Nothing that you ever heard on
| the stage ever equaled that blood
curdling ''Har' of mine.
My daughter fell at my feet the
picture of terrified terror or Mortified
horror, l can't tell which. The
whole thing was grand and awful in
the extreme.
"Girlw said ], in a voice of thun-
der and lightning, ''did you know
Tom Bunsby's father?'
"No-o."
| Ut MS mOJnerI
"No."
Cor his grandfather?"
'No."
''Pm sorry" said I, making
terrible effort to calm myself, 'I'm
very sorry you didn't know his
grandfather, very sorry, indeed; be
cause the old gentleman kicked me
out of his front door once for dar-
ing 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 1 go now, father?' she
asked.
"Yes; but remember, no more Of
Tom Bunsby. Good night"
Time passed on and Julia seemed
the same as usual. Whether she
saw Tom or not did not know at
the time, though have learned that
they were in the habit of meeting
quite frequently. No, 1 did not
know that they met, but 1 suspected
that they might, and, to prevent
any chance of an elopement, never
allowed Julia to go out in the even
ing unless 1 was 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 until the mare is
stolen before locking the stable.
Well, it was one night about a
month ago that, after locking up
the house as usual, retired to my
room, 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 Egad! L thought they'd
pull it down. Was it fire, burglars,
or did somebody mistake my house
for the doctors? 1 didn't stop to
think, but throwing on my clothes
in the shortest possible time, l
rushed down stairs and threw open
the door, holding my revolver
straight out before me as L did so.
ga note for you, sir" said a
small boy, handing me a folded
paper. My first thought was that
it was telegraphic dispatch.
Anything to pay?' l 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 Buns
by. 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 McStiverses
was aroused. l dashed madly up
stairs, and throwing open Julia's
door, rushed in. Alas 1 was too
late. She was gone-the bird had
flown. She had not been in bed
that night. l did not continue the
search there, but few on the wings
of the wind out of the room, out of
the house and along the street till
l reached the Falmouth Hotel
The clerk was doing in the office
and did not see me when l entered.
/ did not speak, but crept cautious
ly upstairs and along the corridor
until l reached No. Is.
death to the Bunsby," l NUT
tered through my clenched teeth.
Oh, how ferocious 1 must have
looked. My blood curdles even
now while 1 think of it. I knocked
at the door.
81 will call him out and shoot
him in his tracks, said 1. "Pm
insane now. Mcfarland was no.
where compared with me, and no
jury will convict me-" But no one
answered the knock. l tried the
door. Ha! it was unlocked. /
entered the room. The above four
words are of terrible import, and L
warn you to consider them well.
The gas was burning, but all was
still, save the soft breathing of a
sleeper whose face was hidden from
me by the curtains of the bed, /
sprang forward, tore open the cur
tains, seized o bare arm, and, with
the celerity of lightning, yanked
the sleeper into the middle of the
floor. The ex-sleeper screamed, /
yelled once, and then with musi-
cal groan, fell to the floor, tearing
my hair as went.
"Roderickr' r' said the screamer.
"Oh, heavings! where are 1? Ma
mary, is it thou? Where isis
Bunsby?'
Dead"
'And youF'
''I'm a widow; and your"
'Pm-Pm a widower, / answered,
with groan.
81 always loved you, Roderick, y
said she.
:::And you are just as handsome
as ever" said /.
"You've acted very improper to-
night" she said.
7.Infernally So" said 1. "Where' S
) your sonY'
81 know not. He loves your