The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1875-09-10
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and Oh, am so warm and weary.

and oh, I am so warm and weary"
All in the days and nights that roI.
lowed, Julia Knowles read again and
again, long forgotten page Of "Wo-
mans Prerogatives," and saw in her an
guish the sweet TantaIus cuo reee5in.r
from her lips as she strove in va;o 70
drink.
Had her husband overwhelmed her
with reproaches, her misery had not
been so great; bnt the exquisite refne>
mant OF her punishment seemed of
Heavens own orjaining.
Hourly the little sufferer in her DELI
rum reiterated her p,aintive pleading.
PLEASE, mamma, make my cloak to-
morrow She never said to-day now.
as she had done the previous week; and
hourly was the stricken mother forced
! promise. "Tes, Eva dear. tomorrow"
One week Of anguish rolled slowly by.
and vita white, rigid face, and ewes Of
wild unrest, she watched unceasir-lv he,
side that little bed.
Tho day was wearing to close. .and
physician and friends were anxfnazIv
waiting an awakening, on which were
trembdngly suspended life and death.
Tie mother was watching the doctors
face with an expression in her eyes th.t
spoke Of anguish and despair.
Mrs. ARowIes,' said the physician,
you owe 1t to your child as well as to
yourself to take some rest; you cannot
endure much longer"
No no, doctor" she answered wildly.
let me stay by my child to The end"
The end came soon As the sun was
setting, the child opened her eyes. Sni.
ling and folding her hands peacefully,
she murmured, II shall wear nv scarlet
cloak tomorrow" She was silent for a
ment, and then said softly, kiss me
good night again, mamma, please" The
blue eyes closed, and the angels had
done their mission.
The strong man bowed his head and
wept ike infancy, but the mother found
no tears to quench the burning anguish
Of her grief She passiyel7 suffered them
to lead her away. Sitting in rigid si~
ence, she uttered no word until her eyes.
fell upon the scarlet cloth beside her
Workshop on the table, when starting up
hurriedly, she exclaimed, Il mnst really
make that little cloak to~nisLtr
Her husband and friends attempted in
vain to soothe and comfort her, She Gn-
.'swered, and her tones chilled the hearts
Of her listeners, Don't try to prevent
me! sh must wear it to-mUrrow-she
has waited too long p and with plying
fuces they left her to the task.
As the morning dawned, she glidei
noisolesslY into the room where Eva lay,
beautiful in dreamIess slumber, ami ST.
Iantly approached the little white robod
form; tendarly she enfolded It in the lons
wished for scarlet cloak, and drew the
thy hood over the golden cuCI5 that lay
like suubeams on the coffin pillow, and
then withdrew, as silently as she cams.
Those who knew not the history OF
thas little garment said, "I5 was a
strange fancy TO dress the chiid in cloak
and hood Gor burial" And then 1t was
rumored whisperingIy, that her grief had
darangei her mind, and her husband
took her away from the scene Of her
sorrow. After q protraotod absence,
/ they returned to their home, and another
little one came to fill the place left va
cant by Eya's death, and the silent home
was again jgJ.lant with childhood mus
steal tones and many ceased to remcm-
. Der the one that had gone before but
there were those who paused and ques~
toned their hearts as to the lie which
5hey had chosen, and how they were
performing it, when they beheIds the
chastsn5d fidelity, with which Julia
Knowles took up the ministration OF her
home, wearing always on her pale,
sweet face, and in her dark, restless eyes
the heart chSling expression OF d spair,
with which she came from the "tasA. Of
making that little scarlet cloak.