The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1871-08-31
THE ALDERNEY CALF.
BY BLANCHE SHAW.
From the New York Star.

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Of independence was thought of, one
| big original Jenkins succeeded by his
native eloquence in convincing grim
Indian chief that certain strings of
glass beads, iron hatchets, brass rings
and few other valuable articles of
European merchandise, were more
desirable possessions than his broad
acres. How he managed to "draW
the WoOln over those "seven eyes" has
ever been a wonder, but he did; and
the result was that, for and in consid-
Grafton of q canOe-load of these sta
pies, "The-Man-W -With-The-Seven-
Eyes" transferred the title-deeds of
his hunting-ground to Jenkins, and
moved to the far spreading West.
Well, after the Indian owner mOY-
ed out, Jenkins moved in; and in the
log-eabin, which he built, he and Mrs.
Jenkins lived many happy years.
They raised large and healthy fami-
ly of boys and girls, who as they
reached mans and WOman's estate,
married members of some neighboT-
ing village, and were then presented
by Father Jenkins with slice Of The
Man-With-The-Seven-Eyes' late fam
lily seat. Years rolled on and the
second generation of Jenkinses was
followed by third, and the third by
fourth; but as heiresses were more
numerous than heirs, the old name
gradually died out; and at the time
write, when JenkinstoW n was thriv-
ing village, with a Westinghouse, a
blacksmith's shop, store and town
pump, the time-hOnored appellatiOn
was born but by one person, the relict
of the late jeremiah Jenkins.
The widow of Jenkins was, in her
,-rrr Asv,,s, ,E Of
first consideration in the town. She
lived in a comfortable house at the
village, and her well titled acres
spread far around her, till they Joined
those Of Deacon Baggs. The widow
was certainly pretty, but her fatness
and fairness might be questioned; in
fact, If the former is, as some people
maintain, an invariable result OfsweeC-
ness of temper, I fear the widow must
even be guiltless of it, for, if report say
true, her voice might be heard, at sill
yer dawn and golden twilight admin
istering, in not very dulcet tones, adj
mOnitiOn to the unlucky men, and
still more miserable maids of her
household. Still, the widow was
pious woman. She sat regularly in
her pew at meeting, and during pray
er looked deVoutedly through her
pOsite, to see that he didn't disgrace |
his office by looking at those frouzle- |
headed Smythe girls, who sang in |
the choir. o yes! she did her duty in
all things; no one could accuse Melissa !
Jenkins of slackness.
A short time before our story opens |
q mania for fancy stock broke out in |
Jenkinstown, and the respective |
merits and dement's of Durhams, !
Guernseys, Jerseys and Attorneys !
was the only subject discussed. |
Strange to say, this widow took no
interest in the subject, but her neigh~
bOr Baggs went into it heart and soul, |
and diminutive specimens of the diff
ferent breeds were to be seen scattered
over his fields.
The widow shifted her acquiline
nose, but said nothing; and imagine
the surprise of Baggs, when one day
he discovered a beautiful Alderney
calf grazing in the very field that
Joined his. Re called his factOtum
Zeb, pointed out the phenomenon to
him, and desired him to find out what
it meant. Zeb Obeyed, and reported
that it belonged to the widow, and
!, as imported by her from the little
ielo nd direct.
''iES- t. m that hour the deacon was a
,I,o-C-o. man; a cloud seemed to settle
S;oT-S -, eTo, md him, and he haunted
o A. " I1artnra = like a ghost, to feast his
eve5 eve on the bovine lOveliness that
~ cyyonned the fra, rant clover, all un-
of the heart which. sighed
for her. He stood one morning gaz-
ing pensiveIy at her, WHeh us heuI-
tations were broken by .Heo;
"Fine critter that" salt Ne
The deacon only sighed. ,,
'eWouldn't mind ownin' hET' "ouIu
you deacOn?' g.,
''I'd give every beast on my farm
for that ere beauty" replied the ueS'-
con, sOlemnly.
rYou don't say so! l wouldn't go
that far; but she's a neat critter. why
you get her, deacon"
"Get her, man alive! How?"
"Buy her of the widow"
''You deuced fool! Do you suppose
the widow'd sell herW
'rWell, no; not to anybody; but then
she might TO you. The widow sets
kinder store by you; you are neighbors
like vou see, and she might like the
chance to oblige you. I'd ask her,
any way; that won't break no bones"
The deacon looked as If he were not
quite sure of the fact, but he said:
''By hockey, Zeb, I've MIND TO
try it! I'll go right off! Strike while
the IRONS hot" He began to mount
the fence.
sometimes goes a long ways with
wimmin folks. Suppose you go to the
house first and put on your DleeGh'-
coat, and peck up little."
"CertainIy," said the deacon. "a
GOOD idea. Zeb: I'lI do it;V and the
pair went to the house.
The widow was rolling out pie-crust
and scolding the maid, who was peel
1Hurry up, Jemimy; do you think
! time stops for you? II ere are all the
pies ready, and you still lazin' oyer
| them apples. Perhaps, if you lay the
| knife beside them, they will peel
themselves. You had better try 1t,
and then you won't sile your fingers.
In my time gals knOwed what Work
meant, and wasn't above their sta
tions, with their frizzles, and ribbons
and rings. Hurrysup, say! Do you
/ think YOU are Joshua, and the suns
Going to stand still for your"
The widow turned her indignant
ewes toward the maid, and as she die
so. they fell on the approaching form
6Biess my stars! if there doesn'
[ ooroe Deacon Baggs! His best clothes
- te9ol What can be Ou2 Hope no
ON on is lead. 9Iust be very suIden EN-
fnS there e is, fo know Sf 70 one Ioo 6oi Gfel Iie
sick SICK about. No; ne doesn't loo boSA Pss FIA'
a funeral. What ca" i Oef r m1s m9s
clothes this time of the 0sS l,,nnos - mos
be something serious! Just s'19pUS ~,
he should be coming to -,t9!Iii Rui
YOU, Jemimy! Open them sl'Iin l,l,
room windows, dust the cheers l,' any
, let him in, and tell him I'll pc lllsI 'sI
/ in ji1y. And mind YOU ION I9Il
, STRAIGHT back: don't you stand gaDoiu