The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1877-04-12

And now that the second loaf was be
fore her eyes, marked even more awfullY
than the first, Mrs, Hubbard grew really
pale and thin, aud lost her cheerf, lness
81 have a pTesentment she went over
and over again, THAT the third baking
will decide who the warning bel nIs t.
| believe it is N AIT for me and nma will
show ID MT you see now thin l ap'
grnwing?"
And though Mr. Hubbard laughed. he
also began to be troubled. The th;ri
buking day Was one Of gloom. Sal. Tsnl,.
as at funeral, the family assemhlei-' 80
assist in the drawing. FIVE luaves cah.
out markles>; hut one T. manned.
Mrs IIubbards hand trembied; bn'
she drew it forth; she laid IL on rhe tray;
she turned 1t softly ahout. A. last she
exposed the lower Furfaca On it were
Eaters printed backward, plain enough
to read this time and arranged thu:
DIED Apr! 81
lamented bv
her large family"
1T is me, cried Mira Hubbard ~
going tomorrow. To-day is the ii st,
do feel faint Yes | do 1t il awful
and 80 sudden And Mrs Hubbard
/ tainted away in the arms IF the most
/ terrified Of men and husbands.
/ The chiLlr m screamed, the car mewed,
/ the dog barked The oldest boy ran for
/ the DOCTOR People f ,cked t. the Hut
/ 5ards. Tho loaf was examined Yes
there was Mrs Hubbards warning cher
call tn quit this World
She Law in her he'd bidding good-bye 70
her family and friendS, h~r strength -
ing fast. She read her Bible and tried
mt to grieve too mach. The doctor
shook his head. Tnc clergyman prayed
With her. Nobody doubted that her ED
was at hand, for people were very super
stitioCs in those days.
They had been up all night with 2and
Mrs. Hubbard, and dawn was breaking
and with it she was sure that she mus
go; when Gathering over the road ana "
to the door came n horse, and on the
horse came man, who a'ightei. lis
rattl'd the knocker end rushed in
There was no stopping him Up th'
stairs he went to Mrs Hubbard on
and bolted into it. sEverg one stared a
him as he tDnk IF his hat
"Pardi2g," he said braathle7-ly, 4
heard Mrs Hubbard was a-dyinu-an,
shed warnings on her baking. cam
over to explain. YOU needn't die @
rear just JeCt MIS-. unROaro, lot IL J
neither Spirits ror devils about; nor ye
warnin's What marks the Ioaves is oil
Mrs. Finkle's Tombstone. | took it f.
an ovan-bottom, seeing there were n
: survivors, and brick we're dear Tn
! last folks before you didn't have thu 1
printed of on their lOaves, because the
used tins; and We got used to the mark
n ourselve~. Cross-bones skulls "
}, put up with, and never thought of carin
I for the resurg IN So you see how it i
AID I'm sorry you've been scared 3"
Q Nobody said word. The ministe
shut his book. The doctor walked
It the window. There Was a deadIy {
lence Mrs. Hubbard sat up in bed.
o "Willia MI said she to her husbau
Z "the first thing you do, get new bOtto
II to that oven" And the tone assure
the assemblsge of anxious friends tn
Mrs. Hubbard was not going to die in
yet.
1t Indeed she came down the very ne
10 day. And when tie oven had been 7
p constructed, the first thing she did W
Is to give invitations for large tea-drinI
?. ing. On which occasion the lOaV
E. came out right-Ne1O York Observer