The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1876-10-12
George Henry Brown and his
Lost Mary

A young rat of a bOot-black was loaf
ing around the corner of GriswOld aud
Congress Streets just after the storm
yesterday when along came a man in
a great hurry. His hat Was wet aud lOl :
sided, his linen coat vet through, his
boots covered with mud, and his shirt
bosom had wilted right down to q hand
full of imitation coral studs and eighteen
cert linen. The boy was going to offer
his services any bOOt-black would offer
shine if a mans bouts had been soak
ed In the river for a mOnth-but the
young man got ahead of him. lie asked:
Boy, have you seen a girl 90 by here2
Lots of gals passing every hour In the
day, was the answer.
Yes, / know, but this was my girl
Mary-rather tall-White hat-Ghite
overskirt- green parasol--red tie-great
lands but where is my Maryr
Lost, ehY queried the young Ma
poleon.
'Yes-left me down the street while 1
was buying this hat
ANY relashum of yoursY asked the
boy as he looked up and down.
Relation Why she's my girl-the one
I'm going to marry. III give you a
quarter to help End her. The boy sat
down on his box, spit across the walk
and meditated, and finally said:
4 think l saw that ere gal about half
an hour ago.
You did Then we are on the trail.
Yes, she passed here, and l tell you
she boked as sweet as a peach
:Yes, yes, that's the one Everybody
remarks how handsome she is
And the Teller with her had on one
of these cut-away-Of coats, diamond pin,
big sleeve buttons, cane, great big col
lar, and he was just looking into her
eyes as if he loved her to DEATH
'W-what gasped tile young man;
then there was some one with her
Some one Well | should say so !
They were locked arms; she had the
Saratoga-grab on her dress, and as they
passed me he p2tted her on the cheek.
Say boy look out Mary has always
been as loving as dove and as true as
one of those lamPposts. II couldn t
have been Mary!'
Couldn't, eh We'll, all right. You
axed me if L had seen her, then you go
on to call me a liar. Now, l won't
move a peg to help fnd her 7
Say, boy, see herep whispered the
man, reckoning the lad to step into the
alley behind the express Office. When
they were off the street he continued
Now, boy, be square and I'll give
you ten cents. 1t might have been
Mary, but cant hardly believe it. She
loved her George too well, or seemed
to-
is your name George 2
'Yes, George Henry Brown. Live out
here 'leYeu miles
More pruf, stronger pruff, wuss and
wuss exclaimed the boy, slapping his
leg. Wren that couple went by me the
Teller said. How could you think, my
darling, of linking your fate to that of
such an old pill as George Henry
He did, eh2 by the big Harry, he
called nae an old pill, Ell ?
And she grinned, and blushed, and
Uttered, and pOked him in the ribs with
her parasol, aud says she, George is a
ieWelry.' Then he patCed her on the
ear, and l heard EN- talking about ice
cream, sody water, preachers, certih
cate of marriage, and leetle cottage GB
a hillside. Sunthin told me it wasn't
right, and you don't know how bad l
felt
Its all right, bub, replied the man as
he laid down ten cents. You keep cool,
mum is the word. 1here'u be tears shed
in the west end of Wayne County be-
fore Saturday night, or I'll be under
ground.
Going to hurt somebody asked the
sinner.
Keep cool-doG't fclIer me, don't say
anythingl Show me the store where
they sell sword canes and brass
knuckles
About an hour after that the chief of
police was waited upon by George and
his girl Mary. They took chairs, and
George dropped his hat on the floor and
inquired
is there any law around here to pun
ish boy who goes and lies to you, and
Sc ts you half-crazy, and almost breaks
up one of the loyinest, incest, sweetest
marriage engagements anybody ever
heard of.
He might have referred to the boot
black--DetrOU Free Press.
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