The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1873-05-09

C-AJ eeA4NA N4ASAA LuUO-blLlC CdulC i hAS
glad enough to send him off, and hire
by the day. about made up my mind
that men folks round the house cost
mOre'n they come to-"
&c I guess we don't understand one
another" said Dir. Wiggin, slightly
disconnected by this unfattering view
Of his sex. & wasn't speaking of hired
help, Dolly. Materially ysu would get
tried with that it's worryin' to a wo-
man. But if you was to have a com
panion, now-one that conId give you a
good home, with wood and water under
cover"
"Shoo! Shoe p cried Miss Dolly,
fying-out aftel an inquiring chicken on
the doorstep.
Mr.. Wiggin drew his red pocket
handkerchief from his hat to wipe his
glowing face. Certainly he hadn't felt
the heat so all through hayiDg.
"HOW's your health nowadays" ?" ask
ed Miss Dolly, frisking back with a
look of reso ute unconsciousness.
Very good remarkably good I
don't know where you'll find man,
Dolly, with tougher constitution than
I've got.
All p Miss Dolly blushed like a
sumac in October.
Eyes, Tn well, pursued Mr.. Wig
gin, perseveringly, " and I'm tolerabIy
welI-to-do, with nothing to kinder my
marrying again, provided I can see a
woman to my mind.
"There's the deacon's widow" sug-
gested Miss Dolly, oficiously; she's
a pious, economical-'
"She's left with means enough to
carry her through handsomely" inter
rupted Mr. Wiggin, quickly. "Now
I'd rather have a wife to provide for
one that needed home In fact, Dol
Iy. Ihave my eye on the little woman
want this minute -
He had both eyes on her, for that
matter, and Miss Dolly was forced to
recognize the situation, whether she
accepted it or not.
GIVE managed to sugar my tea so
far, David, without calling upon my
neighbors," chirruped she, stopping to
lay straight the braided mat, and I
might as well keep on. don't feel it a
tax, as some folks would But there's
Martha Dunning, she's having hard
time to get along. Why don't you take
her, David? She'd appreciate such a
nice house as yours"
1t would seem as if most any woman
might, " said MIR. Wiggin, in an injured
tone, 81 all finished off complete, painted
outside and in"
"She'd be delighted with it, I am
sure of it !'' broke in Miss Dolly, with
an air of conviction, as she darted into
the kitchen to liftthe boiling kettle from
the crane.
"But you don't mean that you won't
marry me, Dolly ?" pleaded Mr.. Wiggin,
anxiously, following to the door. Give
been Iotten' on seein' you at the head of
things in my house"
Martha is a grand manager" said
Miss Dolly, cooIIy. "David needn't
think he can buy me with set of new
:" added she mentally, snap
ping down the lid of the pug-nosed tea
pot. ''I never did have the name of
being cropping ?"
"I tell you, Dolly, [ won't have
Martha; don't like her turn l'' cried
Mr.. Wiggin, testify, balancing himself
on the threshold, yet not daring to step
over it.
Miss Dolly gave her undivided atten-
ton to winging the hearth.
"You know you was always the wo-
man of my choice, Dolly" pursued Mr..
Wiggin, as tenderly as he could consis-
tently with the distance between them.
g And we were both young
Pshaw p snapped Miss Dolly soorch-
ing her wing; that's beyond the
memory of man p
Mr.. Wiggin's position was becoming
painful. He grasped a door-post in
either hand, looking wretched enough
to sIay himself on the spot, after the
fashion of Samson. Evidently he had
not touched the right chord as yet
Miss Dolly was not to be won by the
of wealth and position nor,
even by the tender illusions to the past
He would appeal to her kindness of
heart.
81 used to believe you had some feG- |
in, Dolly" said he, tremulously; but
you don't seem to have any for me-
Here 1 am left alone in the world
children all paired off, thout's Matilda,
and she'll go before the snow flies
house empty"
81 suppose you can have a home with |
any one of your boys, and welcome"
put in Miss Dolly, family, still futter-
ing about the chimney like a swallow. |
eyes, if worse comes to worst, sup
pose I can," asseDted Mr.. Wiggin,
mournfully, any thing but consoled by !
this reflection. "It would break me
down terribly, though, you may depend, |
to give up my place that I set so much
by, and crowd myself on to my chill
dren."
No response save the Gathering of the
tOngs.
And it's dreadful melancholy bust
ness for a man at my time of life to
drag along without partner. I'm get
ting to be old, Dolly" Mr.. Wiggin
brushed his sleeve across his eyes as a
feruled school-boy might have done
50 Yes, I'm getting to be old, Dolly" he
brokenly; "and it stands to
reason that 1 haven't many years to live
but I did hope we might go down hill
together, Dolly, you chirlin' me up with