The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1874-06-19
HEART TRUE.

s'It is such a bother to be poor -
There had been a long interval of 81
| Ience in Mrs. Jameson's sitting room,
when Gertie made this exclamation.
"What is the new bother, Ger
tie?
The pleased voice and tone of kindly
inquiry made the young girl blush
deeply as she replied:
go, mamma. never mind I was only
| thinking aloud"
60 Thinking of what -
'Of some velvet flowers I saw yes
terday, which just matched this rib
| bon" and Gertie held up a bonnet she
was trimming. " Velvet flowers are so
lovely for a winter bonnet, and this one
needs something"
"I am sure it looks very nice,
Gertie."
"Nice," said the girl, scornfully en-
phasizing the word "yes, it is very
nice, and that turned silk is nice, and
the short s; OK made out of your old
coat is nice, and cleaned gloves are
nice, and"
"Why, Gertie F." cried her mother,
in voice of amazement.
"But there is nothing stylish or
handsome in cleaned gloves and re-
trimmed bonnets, and old cloaks turned
into sacks, and so I say poverty is a
bother"
"Gertie, put away that bonnet and
come here. Now, little daughter, " said
the widow, gently, "tell me the mean
ing of this sudden TRADE against pov-
erty of the restless tossing I heard
from your room last night of the nerv-
GUS unquiet of my contented little girl
since yesterday?"
There was no reply.
"Gertie, what did Leon Payne say to
you last evening ?"
He asked me to be his wife" The
words were jerked out hastily.
And you answered."
"Jane came in to shut up the parlor,
not knowing he was there, and she
stayed so he got no answer at ALL"
'But he must be answered, Gertie.
He spoke to me and I told him it must
rest with you"
Mamma this after a long, deep
silence.
"He is very rich. When he marries,
his wife can have every luxury. Tiff
it is I, we can have you with US, and
Jane need not teach that horrid school
any longer. We were on - street
tho other day, and stopped to look into
jewelers. window, and he pointed out
the kind of jewels he would wish his
wife to wear. I need not wear old
silks then, mamma"
"Then you intend to accept his
offer?"
CT don't know; you see there is
Harry"
But Harry cannot offer you jewels. ="
"NO, poor Harry ! IF he had only
4l,.on 4hOr,Ca-,I I41To--
would take him into the firm. He told
me all about it last week. But think
how long it will take to save three thou
sand dollars, and of course his wife
must save, and pinch, and economic
till he is able to spend more freely"
Yes, dear, there would be no vari-
ations on the turned cloth and retrim-
med bonnets; no velvet flowers, no jew
els"
tBut such noble, true heart such
tender love -
"Leon PaynelOves YOU"
GAS much as he loves anything be-
vond his own pleasure and comfort.
He is so thoroughly selfish, so hard,
and thinks so much of himself It is
his wife that must be handsomely
dressed, ride in her carriage, and re-
feet credit upon his choice. Mamma,
he loves me because 7 am pretty and
can sing well, and can manage his
house nicely. Harry loves me because
it is I.
There was violent jerk at the door
bell at that instant that called her to
the door. She came back with flying
feet.
"Two valentines, mamma I had
forgotten it was the fourteenth"
"Two?"
&c Yes, oh, mamma, look %
She had torn the cover from a dainty
package in her hand and opened a mo-
rocco case inside. Upon the black vel
vet lining lay pGr1tre of glittering dia-
monds, flashing up, where stray sun
beam fell upon them, into a glorious
sea of color
"Leon Payne - cried Gertie. care
thev not exquisite ?"
Mrs. Jameson's lips quivered little
as she looked at her daughters flushed
face and bright eyes, and her heart sent
up a silent prayer for the future, trem-
bling before her eyes.
"Look at the other" she said
quietly.
"Only a copy of verses" said Gertie.
"Violet eyes and all that sort of thing.
But are not these diamonds magnif-
cent? It is the very set 1 admired so
much when we were out the other day. !"
"Gertie, it is IL o'clock, and must
go to Mrs. Lewis. Little daughter,
you may have callers while am out. :"
She drew her child into her arms, and
looked with anxious love into her eyes.
Gertie, my daughter, be true to
your own heart" And so she left her.
True to her own heart. Gertie jane
son sat down to ponder over those glo-
rious waves of light before her eyes !;
the copy of verses lay open on the little
workable, and Gertie sat musing
Pictures of the past came In succession
into her q, emory.
1t was ten years ago, but she could
still remember the day, since her father