The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1872-02-09


But still her words recurred to him
at intervals, and made him reflect
upon what might be this terrible
secret.
The next morning was clear, bright
! and clOudless the air clean and fresh,
! with just enough freshness to be ex-
hilerating. The streets were filed
/ with the southwark bent streams of
men, all conYerging toward that
great maelstrom called business.
MIR. Whiffters kissed his pretty lit
tie wife and departed, leaving her
| sitting by the window, holding upon
her knee "Jack Junior" t" and endeav-
| Oring TO arouse into giving some signs
of intellect his vacant eyes and fac
/ cid face. But all to no purpose the
! baby was stupid to-day, and would
| understand nothing; he would not
] even, despite her pathetic beseech-
! ings, put up his arms over his head to
''shoW how big baby is" @
"Dear, DEAR" said Mrs. Whiffters,
''he must be going to have more
| teeth.n as..
While sitting thus, a lady and little
girl were shown in.
"Gh, you dear sweet thing YOU, to
come and see me ~ cried Mrs. Whit
ters, as her friend flew at and kissed
ker. ~ s--
Yes, and want you to come and
help me choose a dress. Henry told
me that might go to Stewards and
black silk, and have it trimmed
with velvet box plating round the
bottom, and"
Cack1e, cackIe for twomortaI hours,
while she described some of the vis-
ions of trimming which in endless
number f1oated through her brain.
Mrs. Whifters sighed the heart
broken sigh of woman who is de-
prived of the pleasure of shopping.
tits real lovely of you to ask me-"
she said sweetly, but with the sad
ness of resignation. "I should dear
ly like to go, but I sent away my
nurse yesterday and cannot leave
baby"
friend, my little girl Rosa can take
care of the baby very well indeed.
She knows hOW.n
Mrs. Winters called the child to
her side, and, after inflicting upon
her maternal eatechism, and finding
that she really knew how to tend
babies, decided to leave the precious
infant in her charge.
T In short time-an hour or So
Mrs. WhiffterS was ready to depart
upon the shop prummaging expedition.
As her hand was on the mob she turn
ed and said
"Now, Rosa, be sure not to go out
of the ROOM"
mo, nla'am - was the uI1grammati-
cal and ambiguous response. t
Left to herself, Rosa commenced by
opening and tumbling over the con-
tents of every drawer that was un-
locked, while the baby lay very quiet
ly spraWling on the floor. Then she
tried on some of Mrs. Whifters' false
hair before the glass, rather liked the
effect; and wished she were old
enough to wear such beautiful braids
that made such beautiful loops. This
amusement failing, she took the stop
pers out Of all the bottles, deluged
her handkerchief with uew-mown
hay, and saturated her forehead
and hands with Cologne water
she tried to drink some, as she had
seen her mother do, but it tasted
dreadfully; covered her face with
powder and plastered her hair with
bandoline. Then she tried to crimp
it with a cold iron, but could not
succeed.
think Rosa was a very bad little
girl.
Having by this time about exhaust
ed the resources of Mrs. WhiffteTs'
room, Rosa began TO think of fresh
fields and pastures new. The house
was perfectly quiet the only sounds
she could hear were those produced
by passing vehicles in the street
! Besides, there could be no harm in
| just going out for a minute. So she
! picked up the baby, opened the door,
and VentIred into the hall
| No one was in sight.
She went cautiously up stairs, look
| ing about with the eager eyes of an
| inQuisitive girl. On the next story
she stopped and gazed at the different
doors, wondering if they were locked
or not.
She tried one; it opened, and she
! went in.
The room was small and sparely
furnished On the bureau was an
| open box, which at once caught her
eye. She laid the baby down, ran to
it and pulled out some cOEkscreW
curls. These she tied on her head,
and then commenced plastering her
| self anew with lilywhite and aromatic
vinegar. E F rr H
ION, amt it fun !" she cried, dane
! ing up and down in her glee.
| Suddenly her recreaIions were in
| teFrupted by violent box on the ear
which made her reel, while the curls
We're snatched from her head, and q
harsh voice cried:
''You naughty, wicked little wretchpi
Rosa looked, and saw what seemed
to her guilty soul a. gigantic sPecter,
| clad in white and yellow fi&Dnei,
with dingy turban round its head.
| She howled and fed incontinently.
Miss Maria Quilts locked the door
and returned to their hiding-place
the shameful evidences OF her age.
In doing SO she noticed the baby and
started.
Started with horror, for there i'm
mediately rushed into her mind all
| the instances she had ever heard or
read of the deXteEity used by people
who desire to be rid of their offspring.
/ She knew by heart the story OF that
unfortunate gentleman who is re-
4 quested to hold a child for an instant,
4 and is thenceforth saddIed with il for
\ life. What if this were a similFl
I scheme adopted by some unnatur a
parent, and that wicked girl the aEt
ful emissaTY Or-stiH more hOETi
bic thought--suppOsei it were part O
q plan concocted by some design I1G
individual to ruin her character
i The perspiration broke out on hel
forehead. - -E-
What should she do?
She sat down TO think it over, bu
for a long time she could come to nC
conclusion. At length.she decided Il
4 take it down stairs and place it a
/ Mrs. Whiffters' door.
4 5ssAs she's 50 fond of babies,p sEiC
q Miss Quilts, grimly, III give hta
another to take care Of
Now, it 50 happened that Mr.. Pot
I tiers, while wrestling with 'tfate. fref
\ viii and fore knowledge absolute :
had heard Rosa's yell, and at tie ].
very moment was standing at n j.
door wondering what could be tll..
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