106 THE APRIL FOOL.

 

Two years ago, as the First of April ap-
proached, Bunting began to think of the
sport awaiting him, and to cast his eyes
over the town to see who was the most fit-
ting subject for a good jest.

“T must make a fool of somebody,” said
he to himself; “a first-rate fool. Iam
tired of mere child’s play in this business.
~ Who shall it be? There’s Doctor Grimes.
Suppose I send him to see the young widow
Gray? He’d like to make her a visit ex-
ceedingly, I know. But the widow knows
me of old, and will be sure to suspect my
agency. I guess that won't do. Grimes is
a good subject; and I’ve got a sort of spite
against him. I must use him, somehow.
The widow Gray would be first-rate; but I’m
a little afraid to bring her in. The doctor's
as poor as Job’s turkey, and would be off
to visit her on the run. Let me see? What
shall I do? Ive got it! Ill send him to
York on a fool’s errand !”

_ And Bunting snapped his finger and
thumb in childish delight,