The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1875-09-17
aEZ 1TWE11 HATE.
By TEEoRooN.

She stoop in the doorway that July
morning, and as the sun shone on her
bright golden head, [ seemed to see a
crown there, and as the gentle breezes
caught her drapery and moved it lightly
to and fro in the sunshine, fancied
saw wings On Katie's shoulders.
Kate lived IN Maine. [ had always
lived there, too, but now was going to
CalifoTnia-going to seek ny foTtuso,
and 1 had come to bid Katie goodbye
Kate wore a little band Of gold on her
finger; ] placed it there weeks before,
when I gave myself to Katie and
Katie gave herself to ne bade
her goodbye the previous night, and IN
der tho starlight kissed her little wet
cheeks over and over again.
The roses that crept in and out of the
lattice work have long since faded and
gono; the little vines that tBinod around
the wires as her love seemed to twine
around mo are under the snow, anj the
stars were too Ear away to hear-so there
is nothing ID tell you what l said to Ka-
tie or what Katie said to me nothing to
tell Of the castles we builded, and the
hopes we erected; nothing to tell Of our
pledge of love the one to the other.
1 went back four-times to kiss Katie
goodbye, and found her waiting every
time. I wasn't Zto come next day, for
Katie hated scenes, and so did but
somehow, when the morning came, /
felt I must have one moro look, one more
word, one more kiss from my Katie.
The brave, little darling knew nay step,
and met me at.the door, and muttered
somo excuse as 1 looked down into her
little, pale face, but she only grasped my
hand The tighter and said she was glad I
came. Her little, red lips were pressed
tightly together, aod her blue eyes were
heavy and sad; but my little woman did
not cry-the brave, little heart was down
those steps with ne to tho gate, and the
sun, proud Of her 70 doubt, threw his
glory arouud her. She looked ike an
angel, and / could not help telling her 50.
She gave c little sad laugh, took both
my hands in hers, told me all that was
IN her heart in one long, yearning lock
from her eyes, and then shutting them
tightly, she kissed ne goodbye, and ran
up the ateps into the house, shutting the
door behind her.
1 knew Why she ran so-her courage
was failing her, and the tears wouldn't
stay back; but l glanced up at her win
dow as 1 passed down the street and
though the blinds were closed, yet thrust
through the shutters was one Of Katie's
lite hands, the one with the ring-and
Oh, how wanted to 90 back and cheer
the little, lonely heart that I know was
aching so behind the blinds, how 1 want
ed to 90 back and kiss away tho tears
from her LITTLE wet cheeks, and comfort
my own, little Katie. But 1 walked on
and on away from her, away to the de-
pot, for had a fortune to make, a home
to win for Katie, and the sooner l went
the sooner I would return.
Ah, I've worked hard since came
here, two years last August. No mone5
to start on, no friends to lean on, though
I could have gotten both. But I came to
work came to earn with NJ own hands
a home for Katie and me.
You thought me gloomy when the
drought came, and over jubilant at litsle
successes; bat my love for money is no
greater than yours, neither was my fond
ness Of labor bred in my bones, but I've
been working for Katie, saving for her-
she wound herself into al mg plans-I
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