The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1872-03-15

His lip quivered, and his voice
trembled, as he said:
"Is this so, Agnes?', ?
"Why, John, I hardly know my,
self, just how it is. I'm Sc mixed
up in my own mind about It,. Bu
you see, John, you're good, I know
you are-but you aren't you
al en- t.
Aren't what, Agnes2 Don't bt
afraid to say IL. "
well then, John. you aren'
Stylish
"No, Agnes?"
bl.And you aren't fashionable.
NorAgnes?
Nor you aren't a hero?
GA hero, Agnes?"
"NO, you never saved any ones
life; you never did any great thingP
No, Agnes, said John with q
sigh, "I can't say that I ever did
I never had a chance you know
Chats true, john, but I do re-
member now of your whipping Joe
Brown, as big gas two of you, because
he called me names. But that was
only a fstfg3tt..'sA ;; a@
'"Thank you, Agnes = said John
simply, ''for remembering that
Butts this Dermet beroY E
''The bravest fellow, john.
don, t know how many people he
has dragged out of the river, and as
for rushing into burning houses :
there's no end to it. y - ss. csc
"He told you this. Agnes?"
eyes. to be sure. It's delightful
to hear him talk; he talks so we'll
That's som ething, you can't dc
either, John. You can't talk; you
can't quote poetry; youidonst know
any thing about Shakespeare. Oh,
you ought to hear Mr.. Dermot GO
through with Romeo and Juliet; ,
and Agnes folded her hands in
ecstasy. 81 osa= 60 SAG ua- trg.5za
John smiled. He knew Shak-
speare quite well. It was one OF
the few books he had studied.
''And. Mr.. Dermotquotes poetry
"Oh, so delightfully."-. Burns, and
Byron, and Tennyson, and he can
say such exquisite little things.
Now, John, if you were something
like 17. :
''Bnt I never shall be, Agnes"
"No!' 'assented Agnes with sigh.
"And my hands will always be
hard; for I am a working man, Ag-
nes, and my words will always be
plain; but my heart will be tender,
and true, and loving. Will not
that satisfy, Agnes?''
~"Why, John, ifI don't really love
you, had better find it out now. I
am not Quite sure I'll think it
over, and tomorrow night, maybe
I'll wear a rosebud in my hair and
maybe" .5,71 .z.s ~
e"You'u wear geranium.''
Agnes gave an approving nod,
then slipped away, laughing, think
ing to herself, Glow the great fell
low does love me, to be sure.
John wandered around desolate
and lonely all ofnext day. He was
among the earliest of the guests as
sembled in5 the evening at Agnes
home. How anxiousIy he waited
her coming into the room. $50
Her cousin Kitty did the honors,
and was continually hovering near
him, her laughing face covered with
dimples, and a quiet, mischievous
smile hiding in her eyes. Kitty
had just come down from assisting
Agnes to dress. ss.s I
She had found a few fresh rose
buds ina glass on the dressing ta-
bic: a!bunch of withered geraniums
were thrown oarelessly aside.
"a. Dear old John" she had said to
herself, "your flowers once so
dearly cherished are now left to die.
I met that idiot bringing those
buds, and fastening one in his but
ton-hole. Agnes. suppose is to
wear the buds, but I VIII change
the programme by finging
them aside, and fastening one OF
poor Johns geraniums in among
my lady's braids." And Kitty
chuckled to herself.
"Ahl'' she said with a merry
twinkle in her eye, "My cousin Ag-
nes, you do, indeed look charming.
Those rosebuds are just the thing. !"
Sure enough, DerInot was sport
ing a rosebud in his button-hole,
and was then talking learnedly to
the elegant Miss Highly of its em-
blematical meaning. ea
John sat gnashing his teeth,
biting-his nails, and glowering out
from his corner, in a way that was
decidedly tragical, and was really
wonderful for an amateur.
Kitty was delighted, anI found
herself in the recess of a window
every now and then, stufing her
handkerchief into her mouth to
smother the laughter that she had
often been told was very,unladyhke,
induiged in by young lady of six
teen, 80. -~.'.
The door opened and Agnes came
sweeping in. es.--. 7sar za --s
Dermot looked radiant.
you'll change your tune when
you find she hasn't worn your rose
buds, " said Kitty to herself.
But no, the creature continued TO
look supremely happy. aE
She turned to John. He had
arisen. Kitty was frightened. His
face had grown white, and his great
eyes showed all of the despair he
felt in finding that his boyhood
dream had forever vanished.
Agnes looked toward him slyly,
with bushes on her face, brought
there by the consciousness that she
had done so much to make the great
fellow happy. -s.a-as7s- 7sa71
The look he gave her was one she
cOuld never FORGET