The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1874-09-25
THOSE TWO HEARTS.

les, II certainly WAS bu6 OOOE-DOils
"De-Iiverance 70 said Miss Phrygia,
"and I've just taken the comb out of
my back hair %
In emergencies of this kind Miss
Phrygia had a way of drawing back the
tidy chintz curtain just far enough to
peer through and see whether it would
do to run down "j just as she was" If
it would do, down she ran, and If it
wouldn't, she called softly through her
window d" Immediately !" and then
flashed through her preparations with
a speed, truly miraculous, for Miss
Phrygia had love of promptitude that
covered the whole superficial stratum of
her nature, and Immediately - was
so favorite an expression of this quality,
that if she had been asked graciously
to set time for her own execution,
those who knew her best would have
expected it as the natural and Unhesi-
tating reply.
But this time, as the chintz curtain
revealed a pony phaetOn at the gate,
and on the doorstep slight, maidenly
figure, a sweet young face, aBd a mist
of golden hair, she only said ''Dear
hearth" and laying the comb on the
dressing table, she glided down stairs,
her own locks falling into an undula-
tion of chestnut rings, that might well
have been the envy of a goddess in her
own namesake land.
$50 glad you are at hOme," said a
voice from under the golden mist.
'fTve just brought you my little book.
I've kept the last page for you, you al
ways have everything so nice. ANY
trifie, light as air, you know, will DO. !"
It was one of those blessed old towns,
rare to find III these days, where the
lofty and the Iowly knew and respected,
loved and took an interest in, each
o,her, and Miss Phrygia, instead of
waiting for the book, which the maid
ems of the place, when about to assume
the duties of wife and hoUsekeeper,
had a fashion of circulating among
their friends for collections of choice
receipts, reached forth and took both
the slender, gauntleted hands in her
own. As she did so, her right thumb
pressed a diamond on the left forefnger
of her visitor, and her face, so beauiDg
as she ran down stairs, suddenly melted
into a different expression, as she gazed
into the hazel eyes confronting her with
a yesrning tenderness pitiful to see.
"Poor thing I" she said softly, "poor
little thing"
"Why, what's the matter, Miss
Phrygia? ? know you don't like en-
gagement rings, but you can't under
stand that I am, and am going to be,
the happiest little woman in the world. p"
"POOr little thing !" was all Miss
Phrygia said again, much as you would
COO over an unfedged doyeling that will
fall out of the nest.
"And then, d" with a caressipg squeeze
from the slender hands, "Pm not 60
ing far, you know-only a step-yOU
can see the chimneys right up there
through the trees. You'll come and see
me often, won't you ?"
"That's what they say when people
die. but a pretty long step, call It, -
said Miss Phrygia "stiIl, it's always a
sort of comfort to visit their graves,
and I'll come with pleasure,
"Oh, Miss Phrygia Well, I only
wish you did understand. I wish you'd
get married yourself! You'd be a
hundred times better off: didn't you
ever feel so in your secret heart ?"
eyes," said Miss Phrygia, quietly,
ga great many times.
"Don't you think it would be pleas
anter than living here all alone?"
" Yes" said Miss Phrygia.
"Then why haven't you tried it ?"
1uSI5 . D6t7A aAWdy6 luSb Ol0 Clk-
fcuIty with every opportunity I've had, .
said Miss Phrygia, dropping her eyes
thoughtfully-"y you can't seem to find
any way of doing it but by marrying some
man, and that" with a little shiver run
ming over her shoulders, "puts it SO out
! of the question !"
A rippling laugh, that made the
golden mist seem like moonlight on the
loLa ansuared Miss PbruCip
"Then if you could come across an
angel you think you would venture p
Immediately" said Miss Phrygia.
Well, I'm sorry I'm SO fond of the
only one in the world that can't give
him up to you, but it does seem as if
you might find something" and with
another little squeeze, the dainty hands
left a marble-covered book in Miss
Pbrygia's, took up the pony-reins, and
drove away.
Miss Phrygia went slowly up stairs,
put in her comb, and sat down to the
receipt book, for " Immediately" was
deed as well as word with her. a soft
evening cloud that alternately lets fall
few drops of refreshing rain upon the
flowers. and then ilIuminates its whole
surface with a heaving fash, direful to
be encountered, is a fit type of Miss
Phrygia's face, as, gazing at the open
page. her thoughts turned first to the
gentle heart that would ponder its pud-
| dings, and then to the man" into
whose keeping that hearts happiness
was TO be coHfded.
"Poor thing Sweet heart 70 she
murmured, with a tender moisture in
her eyes. and then, with dangerous
flash, "HoIrid creature! I wonder what
he looks like -
The alterations went on for a few
minutes, and then a sudden CLEAN of
humor lighted mp her face, as if some
stray, belated sunbeam had tipped the
cloud with pink.
/" A trife light as all" she said, "IH
write it for her I" and seizing a pen,
Miss Phrygia wrote
MORTALITY YPUFFs-NEvERK KNOWN TO FAIL.
Eggs (eockatrice), 1.
Milk (human kindness), Just ready to
sour, 1 drop.
Cream of tartar-caught, 2 large
spoons, heaping.
Flower (of an hour, full cup.
Salt (of the esrth), very small pinch,
mere busting.
Raise with fermentations brewed as
follows
Hop(e)s realized, l.
&" disappointed, 80.