The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1873-12-19
Sitting Up With Her.

She was expecting him Sunday night;
, the parlor curtains were down, the old
folks notified that it was healthy to 90
TO bed at eight o'clock, and Johnny
bribed with a cent to permit himself to
be tucked away at shutdown. He sneaked
up the path, one eye on the dog and the
other watching for the " old man, . who
didn't like him any too well, gave faint
knock at the door, and it was opened
and he was escorted into the parior.
He said lie couldn't stay but a minute,
though he didn't mean to go home for
hours. She wanted to know how his
mother was if his father had returned
from York state If his brother Bills
rheumatism was any better and he
went over and sat on the sofa so as not
to strain his voice. Then conversation
tagged, and he played with his hat, and
she nibbled at the sofa-tdy. He finally
said it was beautiful evening, and she
replied that her grandfather predicted
a snow-storm. He said he guessed it
wouldn't snow, as the moon wasn't
crooked enough 70 hang a powder-horn
on the end she said she didn't believe
it would; either. This mutual Ut der
standing seemed to give each-other
courage, and he wanted to know if she
had seen Bill Jones lately. She hadn't,
she said, and she didn't want to. Then
she went to talking about the donation
visit which was to be given Elder Be- ~,
and he careIessly dropped his hand on
hers-his right hand-while his left
sneaked along the sofa to get behind
her shoulders. She pretended not to
notice it, and he looked down at his
boots and wanted to know if she
| thought mutton talIow rotted out boots
faster than lard or lampblaek. She
couldn't say, but she had an idea that
it did. He had Just commenced to lock
fingers with her, when she discovered
something allied the lamp, She rose up
and turned the light down half, max
ing the room look dim. It took him
five minutes to get hold of her fingers
| again she pretended to want to draw
her hand away all the time. After a
long pause he lowered his voice to a
whisper, and he said he didn't see what
made folks love each other. She bit
her handkerchief and admitted her ig-
norance. He said that he could name
a dozen young men who were going to
get married right away, and his left arm
fell down and gave her hug. Then
he went over and looked out of the win
dow to make sure that it was or was not
going to snow, and, coming back, he
turned the light down little more, and
then sat down and wanted to know if she
didn't want to rest herself by leaning
her head on his shoulder.
! All, me we have all been there, and
who of us cared a cent when the old
clock struck twelve, and we five miles
from home? The old man was fast
asleep, the watchdog gone a visiting.
and the handsomest girl in the country
didn't see why we need be in hurry.
Perhaps I shouldn't have written of
this, but as was going by Saunders
the other day, thinking of the night I
heard him whispering in her ear at
spelling school, that he'd love her shad-
ow as long as he lived, he raised the win
dow and called to her, as she was pick
ing up chips In the road
''Sue Saunders. come in here and fix
the bars grease for my sore heel, or I'll
break every bone in your body %