The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1874-08-14
BOLIVAR, HARDEMAN CO.. TENNESSEE. AUGUST a. 1874

packages troubled her, and she was OBJ
| dged to pause a moment to rearTapge
them. Before she passed out of he1
| seat a young lady about her own age
rushed in to meet her. After the accus-
| toned salutations between young ladies,
| the newcomer dropped down upon the
seat aud exclaimed
"' On Clara my breath is nearly
gone. 1 did not get your letter until
! fifteen minutes ago, and hurried every
step of the way here, for fear that ]
should be too late to meet you. I am
delighted that you decided to enter the
| seminary here. Where in the world
did you fall in with our Principal, and
where is he now? Has he gone to get a
carriage for you p
'''I I am sure I don't know what you
mean, Grace, she replied. I haven't
seen the Principal
Haven't seen him said Miss
Grace, with an amazed look. Of course
you have seen him. When 1 first caught
a glimpse of you from the door you
and he were standing together in this
seat and he was speaking to you
Oh no, Grace. Your eyes could
not have served you right, said the
selfish young lady who had carried her
self so disagTeeabIy and haughtily, with
a good deal of agitation and very red
face. 1T cannot be possible that the
man whom yOU saw talking to me was
Mr.. Gaylord. You surely must be try
ing to play joke on me. beg of you
to tell me that it was not he
F' I cannot, my dear; for it certainly
was he, replied Miss Grace. Why,
what is the matter, Clara Didn't you
like him If you did not, am sure you
will when you become acquainted with
him. He is one of the most refined and
agreeable men in the world, and his
wife is just as agreeable as he is. I
thought that you were one of the most
fortunate of girls when your father told
me that they had consented to take yOu
to board. 1 wish that I were in your
place
"'You'd wish you were anywhere but
in my place If you knew what
''AIiss Grace interrupted her in her
sentence by. exclaiming:
"' Why, here is Mr.. Gaylord now
''' Mr.. Gaylord, she said as he was
passing, without looking toward them,
this young lady, whom you we're
speaking to few minutes ago, is my
friend, Miss Clara Evans, whom we were
expecting to-day
'' He turned, and, stepping into the
seat in front of them, gave his hand to
the young lady with whom he had rode
thirty ymiles that morning, and smilingly
said
"' How do you do, Miss Evans Tt
gives me pleasure to make your ac-
quaintance. When I first saw you, with
your books and packages, I felt pretty
sure that you were the young lady whom
we expected down at Summerville this
morning, and as soon as I heard your
fathers voice 1 was confirmed in my
opinion. Now that you know me, Miss
Evans, and know that I am not a car
penter, you viii permit me to take your
things for you and see you into carri-
age, will you not
Gas he stopped and took her pack
ages from her, he asked in a low tone /:
9" Have you ever thought, Miss
Evans, that it would be well for the
revisers of the New Testament to omit
to state that Christ was a carpenter ?
You know some people might feel so
much greater reverence for him If they
did not know that humiliating fact
"She stood like one transixed and
neither answered his questions nor oh
iected TO his taking all OF her bundles.
Then she meekly followed him out of
the cars. Her face was so crimson and
she looked so utterly crestfallen that
your tender-hearted aunt said that she
could not help pitying her, richly as
she merited the lesson. But I could
not pity her, Alice, she had shown such
a thoroughly selfish and disagreeable
spirit. Aud I wishe that the white
headed old man had remained IN the
car long enough 70 witness her discom-
future. I think that he would have said
again That is just what she deserved ,
And 7 told your aunt so, and she said
that she hoped that the poor girl would
so profit by that days experience that
she would never deserve to be so hu-
inflated again.
g And I hope, Uncle John," said
Alice in a sOftened and subdued tone as
Mike came up to the door with the
carriage - that j never again shall merit
the rebuke conveyed in your story. -
". Y. independent.