The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1874-11-27

wet you are p loading herself with
dripping cloaks and overshOes. "Come
up stairs at once, it is SO comfortable
1t is almost too warm there. I shall
pring your supper up myself as soon as
you are dry"
One Of the men asked If she was the
chambermaid. She might have been
the chambermaid-these we're all mental
things she did. But sheIcarried quiet and
comfort about her, and we were wet and
sh1vering. What Dolly's social rank
was did not matter to us nor to her.
RAINING had not overdrawn the rarity
or hne quality of her beauty. Her eyes
vera dark and blue, and as full of light
as any medieval saint's-but I protest
they seemed most beautiful to me when
she brought me q cup of hot tea, or
went tugging up the stairs, with the
drivers lame and dirty boy in her arms.
George Tanning was of our party !;
he had come up to the mountains for
the trout fishing. He happened to
enter the hall, dripping, in his oil-skin
coat, as she came down again, a tray of
dishes in her hand. do not believe
he really ever would have gone back to
B -thlehem to find his Madonna, but
this was not the less terrible shock to
him. She held out one hand eagerly.
Many people had been kind to Dolly,
and George was only one of the many.
He had been well. She had been well,
and was very comfortable-oh, as COM
Portable as could be There was a good
deal to do. She had not time to be
idle or acknowledgement she went on to
see that his chocolate was properly
made.
George looked CHASTITY nauseated.
He went to the other hotel that night,
but said nothing. He was too well-bred
to make his moan over his dead illusions
for the benefit of the public. One
could but wish, maliciously, that he
would come back to see how many
tunes, waltzes, dances, and lullabies''
his musical ms rument was giving to
the very common world about her.
The landlord and his wife. had adopted
her-she took the part of the daughter
the public of three counties. Nobody
called her heroine or medieval saint,
but the public transfers, and traders,
and tourists-were only so many human
beings whom the modest, friendly girl
had fed or cared for when they were
hungry or tired. Each man and woman
fancied they alone had discovered how
blue and soft was her eye, how delicate
and gentle her voice their thought of
the little Mcravian was always modest
and friendly.
There was a good deal of gossip in
the inn about a young farmer whom
Dolly was going to marry, but George
flaming was spared that. He went up
the mountains the next day through the
pelting storm, " after trout, " he said.
Two winters later P. T. Barnum
brought his travelling museum to Phil
adelphia. Attached to the show was a
hippodrOme, in which young girls ran
chariots and hurdle races, driving three
and four spirited horses abreast. George
Tanning took my boys and their mother
to look at the horses and audience, a
queer phrase of American life. I
heard the little man give a groan and
mutter, GOOD God has she fallen to
that ?"
Following his eye to the arena, I saw
Dolly in flowing robes of spangled blue,
standing in a gilt chariot, driving three
horses abreast at frightful speed. Her
eyes were flashing, her soft cheeks burn
ing her yellow hair hoated behind her.
1t was for the moment Boanerges rush.
ing to victory the next the poor crea-
NA1O AceABCCet4CAA OCAluu Tie
With some confused thoughts of the
best way to appeal to unrepentant Mag
dalenes. I followed her there when the
crowd had dispersed. She had taken off
her butterfly attire, and in a gray suit
and sober bonnet, was walking compos-
eddy toward her cheap bOarding-house
holding little boy by the hand. She
turned on me, beamipg.
"To think of meeting me Every
day some old friend found her ont, IL
was so pleasant This was Joe, her
boy, and the baby was at home. A girl
yes. So good to have it a girl. He
was in Nekraska-had gone to find them
home. This riding was a little trick
of hers. He had written about a won
derful bit of ground TO be had for 300,
and Mr.. Barnum just then offered $50 q
week for chariot drivers. In two
mOnths-there was the money, you see.
Such a surprise for him 70 All this with
Pushes and wet eyes, and a thousand
little bursts and thrills of delighted
laughter.
The appeal to the poor lost creatures
or unrepentant Magdalenes seemed
strangely inappropriate Just then. Yet
George Fanning's brain was full of such
thoughts, as he went night after night
to watch her drive her horses. What
the angels thoughts were, keeping re-
cord overhead-how can we tell ? Yet
they surely would keep watch over hip
podrOmes and country inns, as we'll as
over the sanity seclHsion of ancient
nunneries or sister-houses But Dolly,
flashing by, probably never thought OF
men or angels she only felt she was
doing the natural and right thing for
her to do, just as she had felt when she
served the guests with hot tea in the
country inn. She only saw chin, -
away off in Nebraska, and little Joe, and
the baby in its cradle, and plenty of
friendly people all about her.
I heard of Dolly's husband the other
day. lie is a judge-governor, for
aught I known Nebraska. " His
wife, " says my informant, sis a lovely,
genuine woman, of singularly qriet,
gentle manner. Husband and children
and the people about her fill up every
moment of her life" George Tanning
heard the story and said nothing, but I
observed him showing a picture that
evening to his wife of a faded old wo-
man in the Morayian Sister house, and
heard him tell her of some instrument
of marvellous sweetness that lay buried
there until it. or mbled to pieces
with all its music in it. 3"
Something in the picture and the
story seemed. to please his aesthetic SEN
sibiliies.