Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1908-10-21
How He
Fooled Her
BY Max AdeIer.


gay didn't care as much for him as she
ought to. So one day he went up TO
the city after leaving word that he
would be gone two or three Gays.
While there he arranged with a friend
to send telegram to his wire az
certain hour announcing that he had
been run over on the railroad and
killed. Then Bungay came home ana,
slipping into the house unperceived, ne
secreted himself in the closet in the
sitting room to await the arrival OF the
telegram and to see how Mrs. Bungay
took it. After awhile it came, and he
saw the servant girl give it to his wife
She opened it, and as she read 1t she
gave one little start Then Bungay
saw smile gradually overspread her
features She rang for the girl and
when the servant came Mrs. Bungay
said to her:
MARY, Mr.. Bungay's been killed.
I've just got the news. reckon I'll
have to put on black for him, though
hate to give up my new bonnet for
mourning. You just go round to the
milliner's and ask her to fetch me up
some of the latest styles Of widows
bonnets, and then bring the under
taker here.
While Mrs. Bungay was waiting she
smiled continually, and once or twice
she danced around the room and stood
in front of the looking-glass, and Bun
gay heard her murmur to herself:
Il amt such bad-looking woman,
either. wonder what James will
think of me-"
james," thought Bungay, as his
widow took her seat and sang softly,
as if she felt particularly happy
Whom the thunder's James? She
! certainly can't mean that infamous OLD
undertaken, Toombs? His names James
4 and he's widower; but it's preposter-
GUS to suppose that she cares for him.
or is going to prowl after any man for
| husband as quick as this"
| While he brooded in horror over the
thought Mr. Toombs arrived. The
4 widow said:
/ "Mr Toombs, Bungay is dead; run
! over by locomotive and chopped all
! up" ?
! Very sorry to hear it, madam;
sympathize with you in your atfiic-
! ton"
f THANK you; it is pretty sad. But |
don't worry much. Bungay was a poor
sort of a man to get along with; and
| now that he's gone I'm going to stand
it without crying my eyes cut. Wen
have to bury him, s'pose, though"
THAT is the usual thing to do in
such cases"
"Well, / want you to tend to 1t for
me. reckon the coronerll have to sit
on him first. But when they get
through, if you'll just collect the pieces
and shake him into some kind OF a
bag and pack him into coffin, I'll be
obliged"
Certainly, Mrs. Bungay.
81 will attend to it,
"And. Mr.. Toombs, there Is another
matter. Mr. Bungay's life was insured
for about $4,000, and l want to get II
as soon as possible, and when | gel
1t | shall think of marrying again
Indeed, madam"
/ Eyes; and can you think OF anybody
who'll suit me?"
Il dunno. l might. Twenty thou
sand, you say he left?"
"Twenty thousand-yes, Now, Mr.
Toombs, you'll think me bold, but
only tell the honest truth when say
that | prefer widower, and a mar
who is about middle-age, and in some
business connected with the GENE
teries."
GLOW would an undertaken sui
you?"
81 think very well, if could fine
one. often told Bungay that wished
he was an undertaken
"Well. Mrs Bungay, it's little
kinder sudden; haven't thought mucE
about it: and old Bungay's hardly go
fairly settled in the world of the here
after: but business Is business, and !
you must have an undertaken to love
Won and look after that life Insurance.
money, it appears to me that am jus
about that kind Of q man. VIII yo'
take me?"
"oh, james, fold me to your DO
som!"
James was just about to fold he
when Bungay, white with rage, burs
. from the closet, and exclaimed:
"Unhand her, villainl Touch tina
woman and you die! Leave this hous'
at once, or I'll brain you with tn
! poker! And as for you, Mrs. Bungay
! you can pack up your duds and quit
] I'VE done with you; know now tina
YOU are a cold-hearted, faithless, abe
!. minable wretch! Go, and go at once
: ] did this to try you, and my eyes ar
j opened
Il know you did, and ! concluded Y
! pay you in your own coin"
That's too thin. It won't hold wa
d ter"
'It's true, anyhow. You told MI
Magill you were going to do It, an,
) he told me-"
.'He did, heyY I'll bust the head o.
. Of him"
when you are really dead ! will b
/ a good deal more sorry, provided 20
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