Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1852-09-09
The Last Bell.

month oil May, 1879, 1 was sitting
by the side Of Helen II;Erris, The on
ly girl I ever loved, and I believe
the only girl that ever loved me
any how, she was The only enc that
ever hold me SO. We were, sitting
in The piazza of her fathers house,
abo ut quarter Of a mile from the
landing place, waiting for the bell Of
the steamboat to warn meof the mo-
ment that va S to part my love and
me- ItEcame to pass III Tie course
of hay history, that in order to accu-
mulate a little Of This worlds gear,
chat | might pc better prepared to
encounter the demands Of majHmony,
I was destined to cross the blue
Chesapeake, ad d seek in the metro
p5litan city tho where ith9l 50 much
desired How many SWANS have
been compelled like me to leave home
and the girl they loved, in search OF
gold? And, good gracious! how ma
my have been disappointed? But 10
the piazza
well, We wciI sitting in ii e pia zza,
and talking Of our love and sepElra-
tioA, etc. We we're waiting for the
unWelcome sound of the steamboat
bell, and you may rely upon it, We
tail 5ed fast and abbreviated our words
into such rugged sentences that no
body bit ourselves could understand
them. The first bell rahg, and I
/ sprang to my feet, and trenabled like
an Aspen. ooh, George, wait till the
last bell" S aid Helen, as the big,
bright tear c. me over her blue eyes.
~Dp 10 such thing, ANSWERED the
hoarse voice Of Mr.. Harris, as he
aroBa like a spectre ftom the cellar,
where he had been packing away his
cider; George, never wait for the
LIST bell" / was of like a deer, and
! arrived at t he st eamb oat merely in
time to go on board Before she was
pushed off from tie wharf
/ My career in Sc arch of belf, has in
! a degree been SUD cessfuI; but i be
Ilieye had not the Did Etrmdr told me
'.neFer to wait ID u The last bell, .
that / Should have been as poor as
/ the morning that farewell shivered
/ from my lips upol the heart of my
lovely Helen An y person W no has
lived at the hotel even for a single
day, knows the danger Of wal ling for
theIlast bell. did it once, a nd lost
MY dinner. The FIRST stroke of the
dinner bell STAGE then has always
fouud me at the table. / For six
months | was clerk, and m y never
wait|ing for the last bell secured for
maIthe confidence of my e Ployer,
who offered me partnershl p which
l acceptcd; and in every Instance
which the bell rung was ready
had almost forgotten to tell you
that Helen Iafris is my wife, and
she will never repent the morning l
I took her father at his word, and ran
over the field to get to the boat in
time. Wien | arrived at Baltimore,
! | called on some introdu cory letters,
and they recd mmended nae for a sit
uation. One was soon offered which
had been refused by four young men
who were waiting for t he last bell,
and which / accepted 1t was the
making Of me. Haste for the first
bell, accept the first offer |, and keep it
It'll you get a better. Life is short.
and he who puts off ! nth The last
beH,' will, as Farmer Harris predicts.
com out at the little end Of the
horn.'
| Young ladies, have word for you
In the street l live, thsre is a lady
who has been seven years choosing a
FARTHER for life. She his had seve-
raj respectable Offers but she was
waiting for the last b4ll;' and she is
now likely to remain to the last, a
belle; for she is turned Of thirty, and
it is more than probable that she must
bilb hot -ble8gedness forever. Now |
beseech all y GU who may read this
sketch, Whenever you may feel a dis
position to postpone any thing which
should be done now, to remember
the words of Farmer Harris, @ne yer
wait loiI the last bell. ?