St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-08-28
UNHAPPY JONASr
How He Was Taken I'm by Old
BufSstm's widow.

grave among the mourning relatives ana
friends. in his long black coat and white tie,
with a large handkerchief effectively dis
nlayed. he looked like one OF the lnuteS.
Though without doubt full OF sympathy ana
spiritual consolation for all, Mr.. DumDleS
grief was noticed to be always a llttle more
marked at the funeral OF those gentlemen
who departed for better WoIid leaving
widow to mourn their loss, and VINO were
known to have had a good balance at Their
bankers.
Mr. numble was thought to have quite
SURPASSED himself in tender and prayeriul
soIicitude at the funeral of The late lalhelted
Silas Buffum. the weli-known pasti% coos
who left behind him young and rainier
nretty widow. thriving business ana
large sim in Understanding securities:
Dcffer ibap all. there Were no children. and
everything was left 10 the "idow.
soon after this tIr. D&nbic Ge| eloped
remarkable fOndneSS IGf sweets, ana Was 10
be seen at all hours Of the day ald evening
leaning across the counter "i the Store' IalA-
inc to the diScOnSOiate willow.
Things went on this way Tor about year,
during which period Mrs Buifum began 10
blossom out once more into colored cap and
bonnet ribbons. and Nj. Dumble lad been
obliged to eat so many sweet things, owing,
of course. to his being so constantly i'll the
shon. as to seriously impair his digestion.
One morning Mr.. Dumble, apparently
dressed with a little more care than usual,
walked down the Main street of Freeport
and pausing for a moment before the store
which horo the sign ''Silas Buffum, Pastry
Cook" and looking in through the window
to see if the fair widow was enSconced IN
her fayorite seat behind the counter, he
oncned the door and went in.
Good morning, Mrs Buffum; fine
day." said Mr.. Dumble, as he deposited
couple of chocolate creams within his ca
Dacious mouth. II hope You were spiritu-
ally refreshed by my discourse last even
ing"
indeed inspiring, so prayerful! Such el0-
ouance! Such a flow of spirit! l am sure
everybody was as uplifted as was"
Dear Mrs Buffum, you are too kind.
too GOOD to my humble efforts in the way of
grace. You are noble woman, ma am,
said Mr.. Dumble, helping himself to some
marshmallow drops.
NO. indeed, Mr.. Dumble, you are too
good to me-" muTmured Mrs. Butfum in
sweetest tones. Il only wish L knew some
WAY OF rewarding you for all your goodness
Ia me and to the many families to whom
You have been like an angel Of consolation
in their SORROW"
''Oh, ma'am, my Christian sister, my
dear Sophia, if may be permitted so to
address YOU" said Mr.. Dumble. pulling out
his handkerchief, and slipping i'll behind the
counter: ''yOu oyerwhem me, you do, in
deed. But you talk of rewarding my hum
bic efforts. You can reward them. Be
mine. Sophia, be mine. Be Mrs. Dumble.
Let me be the partner of your joys as have
comforted you in your sorrow. Be mine,
be mine" and Mr.. Dumble, suiting his
action to his words passed his arm around
the somewhat robust waist OF the relict OF
the late Butfum. and possessed himself of
her hand without meeting with the slightest
resistance. "JOnas. am thine" said Mrs.
s.. rising suddenly and throwing herself
with such violence into the arms OF the
iubilant Dumble as to precipitate that gen
tIeman. who was not prepared Tor such
veiglty demonstration of affection, head
longinto the showcase, whence he emerged
covered with pie-crust and various sorts OF
jam.
Before finally leaving her in the evening,
MI Dumble had prevailed upon the widow
to Law entirely aside her mourning for Buff
fun. whom he represented as no longer
needing her tears, and TO become Mrs.
Dutnbia the following week. After much
persuasion and many inquiries on the part
OF the widow as to Dumbles worldly posi-
ton and possessions, which lie averred
were great. she finally consented and named
the happy day.
In pursuance with this decision the mar
ri3ge was celebrated the following week
with much splendor. and the resources OF
the store were drawn upon TO supply fit
ting breakfast for the happy pair and theiI
numerous friends.
Another week passed by and Mr.. and
Mrs. Dumble returned from their wedding
tour and settled down in the rooms over the
shop. Mr.. Dumble having now gotten the
wife of the late Buffum, endeavored i'll Z
way to put himself into his skin by learn
iDg the paStry-cook business, but his effort:
were not crowned with success to any
marked degree; in fact, he wasted in hi:
experiments in pies and cakes during the
first week of his apprenticeship as mucl
material as Mrs. d. said would have Suf-
feed to keep the shop going for month
Consequently his better half advised Jonas
to leave cooking alone and to contine his at
tentiOn to tending the shop, where his emf
nendy sympathetic manner much pleased
the lady patrons Of the establishment.
One evening Mrs. Dumble came iii and
sinking into an armchair. remarked to he
lor. that she was very tired.
'Why. my dear?" said the very attentiv,
Jonas.
- have been packing up all day." re
piled his lady love, land am that tired
g3n'( stir q finger"
Packing" said MI. Dumble, ''what
FORE"
What for!' returned Mrs. D.; 'why +
70 away. to be sure"
$50 awayr said the astonished Jonas
what for? Where? Surely you are no
tired of me. my own, my loyew
Tired of YOU" retorted Mrs. Dumble
''stuff. nothing of the sort. But as m
cousin Buffum has written to me to sa
that he was coming to take possession mex
week. it's about time for us to think of get
ting cut"
Your cousin coming to take possession!
gaSped Jonas. why, what on earth d
YOU mean? Surely this store and every
thing else belongs to you. L know it does
[ saw the will Of the late lamented MI
Bu1fum."
Il can't help what you saw" wearil
returned his wife, ''go we must. Buffun
The brute. added a codicil TO the will where
BY everything he left to me went to hi
cousin in case l should marry within tw
wears. Still. that doesn't matter, dear Jonas
as Won said YOU had ample for us both.
suppose we can go to your house at an
fate--well, why don't you answer?'
The unhappy Jonas sat in his chair fairl
gasping for breath. His rage, disappoin
ment and the thought of the way he ha
been finally taken in after all his schemin:
fairly took away his power of speech an
thought. Finally lie rose from his chat
fairly quivering with excitement and rage
and said in sepulchral tones: why was
not told Of this?"