The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1875-02-26

to face. Well, that's natural p'r'aps.
bat didn't, for I took a fancy to nv
wife's way of doicg the scarf trick on
horseback. I dare say You know what
l mean-when they make bit OF mus
lin float over them, and all that SORT of
thing. Well, it struck me one day as
the girl, who was so clever at that and
was always quiet at rehearsipg, and
never stood any chatting, could be clever
at other things and I said to myself,
"That's a settler if she'll have me I'll
have she.' And the very next night,
when we were gOin through the Flying
Indians-a piece on two horses, you
know, that we'd done dozens of times
| before in a quiet business way-Pd got
| to gallOp after her horse, while she was
| pretending to fee from me, and me, of
| course, done up in style with feathers
and so Cd. Then when her horse was
so swift I could not ketch her, I makes
lot of dumb motions, and SHES my
! tCmahawk at her horse, which begins TO
! halt and then limp, when I close up and
pass my arm around her and bring her
! onto my horse, she pretending to resist,
| and IS she stands going around back
wards, she hangs away as 1 hold her.
Well, being very pretty thing, If 1t
! is well done, people was all very atten-
! 1--WE I1hG u1E5u1-bu0 Ou0 b1ldJ CdAu0 dltSL
| I'd made up my mind-and we'd got to
| the part where I'd killed her horse, and
it was lying in the middle Of the ring,
when, the music playing so that no one
could hear what [ said, I says:
"Mary dear"-her name on the bill
was Mademoiselle Marioni-"M Mary.
dear, I says, "make it real"
" What ?" says she.
Lets make it real, y I says; and then,
out loud, On, horse %
"Don't talk nonsense" she says.
" Put your arm little more round my
waist ; I'm slipping"
g L was just going to, darling" I
says. You shan't slip, I'll support
you"
All this time Of course she was hang
ing away frsm me, as if in rage OF
fear but when 1 said, "I'Il support
you," she laughed, and said
You wouldn't like to eat SO
much"
TRY me" I said ''Tm in earnest,
and mean it. Mind your balance"
Don't, please" she says, then, and
l quite started to hear how pitifully she
spoke.
$ Well, I won't, DEAR" I says, "only
let's make it real"
make it real"
And she hung away from me fiercel
than ever, just like wild Indian maid
while the people clapped again. And
she did make it real, for [ found the
tongue to say so much that the piece
was acted real right through, and when
at last, it came to her coming round
and resting her arms on my shoulder
Rnd me with my arm round her waist
holding her right up and all the time
hOurishing my bow in the other, while
the horse went as hard as he could,
, felt so happy and so satisfied with one
word that had never been said to me
before, that finished the piece of with
, what l mean to say was q real touch OF
, nature. I drew her a little closer tC
me and kissed her, regularly bringing
down the house.
AS We went off there was Mary'i
father, who did the swOrd-trick and The
{ rings Fo-to-Li-nO was his name in thu
? bill, because he was a Chinese in the
{ profession, though We always called
MIN by his proper name, Bodger Dodd
) Well-there was Mary's father waiting
with shawl and her galoshes, and h,
c says to me very fierce:
D d" You're nation fast, Tom French.
r never see that last hit in the Flying
{ Indians afore."
S " No more didn't 7, old man, " I sayp
2 slapping him on the shoulder bu
8 we're going to make it real"
2 The old man and 1 had it over tina
/ night over some oysters and Mary wa
} there, looking as bIushing and as swee
: as girl could look and month after
sir, we made it real, very much to on
Q managers disgust, for I wouldn't le
r Mary into the ring any more after put
I ting her finger INTO the little one
D bought her. We were very happy TO
/ six years, all the time that I could b.
S at home and then, arter months trip
L got back one day to find her fathe
f and the old chap had got the news be
=. fore l did, and he shook hands will
/ ne, and then broke down crying like
I child.
> But I couldn't cry [ couldn't believ
3 it L couldn't think that it was real a
all this-that she was gOne-gone for
ever. It seemed something I cOuIdn'
, understand, though they told me agai1
? and again that she was dead, and hat
been put in the cold ground two day
before.
{ At last, though, it seemed to com
home to me, and I sat there, I think
/, for three days, doing nothing hardl
= but look at the three little ones tina
y were lef5 ne. But at the end of thos
Q three days nIy manager came to hun
me up, aud took me back with hir
q and he always was trump to me
/. though I was never the same man again
l. while p'r'aps it was all for the best tina
It poor Mary went, for it saved her man
b a heartache and no end of poverty.
s It was about year after she die
4 that [ was doing clown for the triL
u making faces and saying the same funn
u things over and over again, night afte
s night. While was doing half doze
}. summersets running, put one foot O
}, a piece of orange peel.
n I can't tell you any more about /
sir, only left that town a cripple.
n get soft if [ think about If, for I al
! afraid was very proud of what I We
I; ss man.
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