The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1878-04-11


But as soon as the garden gate closed
behind them l took my engagement ring
from my finger and flung it upon the
ground, and actually, am ashamed to
tell it, but 1 did-made my hand into q
fist and shook it at my promised husband.
What would mamma, the dear, meek
darling Il don't get my temper from herr
have said if she had seen me?
AS for Anthony, he wasn't the least bit
frightened, but caught the fist, and shut
it up in his strong right hand like some
thing in box.
81 hate your I cried. ''Nobody
ever treated me so before"
"But how many have you treated so p
he asked, with a smile; and I couldn't
help thinking how handsome he looked
in the silver moonlight.
Everybody has always done whatever
wanted them to do" l went on,
stamping my foot.
"And consequently spoiled you" said
he. =
"What did you love me for, if I'm
not-not nice ?"
Because l knew the moment I saw
you, you wee thing, you were my fate.
l thought you were nice then, and wanted
smiled on me-"
'FAnd now?"
"And now think you bad-tempered,
selfish, willful, unreasonable girl"
Indeed !! " and l wrenched my hand
away, but not before he had kissed it
with the most provoking GOODNESS. "Then
wen part, unless you change your opinion
Immediately, and promise never to speak
to Meta Brooke again.
&c shall make ne silly promise, Bar
bara-" Good gracious! the idea of his
calling me Barbara. "I have promised
to drive her to the depot to morrow"
You return to the city together 2"
We return by the same train, as we
have done dozen times before"
Co." said I, almost beside myself
with rage. 81 never want to see you
again."
{" Are you sure, Barbara ?" he asked
"quite sure? l think you had better
wait for day or two before you Danish
me. If by the day after tomorrow
your birthday-yeu still hate me, send
me word to that effect, and I will, the
moment your note is read, accept posi-
tion offered me this morning, and start
for home beyond the sea. Goodnight,
Miss Darling"
"Good night, Mr.. Ditto"
And he strobe away up the road, and
picked up my ring and stole into the
house, and cried as though my heart
would break. 1t was so cruel of him to
be unkind to poor little thing ike me.
The next morning, as sat on the front
porch darning the children's stockings
dear me it seems to me every time
stocking darning time comes around that
there never could be another family with
so many legs as ours--AnthOny drove
past with Meta Brooke by his side.
I hid behind the stocking basket until
they were out of sight, and then l few
to my desk and wrote as bitter a note a.
woman twice my size could have writ
ten, and 1 sent it to our village postoffice
that very evening by our little servant
maid.
Our little servant~maid is a pretty
little maid, with large honest gray eyes,
q small red mouth, bright chestnut hair
pleasant smile, neat, plump figure
and a remarkably cheerful disposition
And a clever little maid she is, too-can
wash and iron and cook, and do hand
red other things; but she possesses one
| taste which interferes sadly with the
| performance of her domestic duties-tht
most insatiate hunger for literature
which she gratifes whenever she finds al
opportunity, in season or out of season
morn, noon or night.
| Potatoes and steWs are burned, bread
cakes and pies baked to cinders, door
left open all night, breakfasts delayed
lunches forgotten, dinners served to,
early or too late-all on account of thi
love of reading which characterizes ou
little servant>maid.
She nearly drowned baby once, Will
giving her her bath, by letting tn
darling's head slipunder the water, Will
she devoured a story in a Harper
Weekly she had taken from a table nes
by. She let my canary escape while sh
removed his empty seed cup with on
hand and Helen's babies in the othel
her eyes being fixed on the book. Sh
spilled the soup one dinner time owe
papa's immaculate white vest while try
ing to peep at the magazine he wI
glancing over. She set the hot fat-iro
on our best damask table cloth, and Ie
it there to indelibly imprint its trianguli
portrait, while she hastily read a murdt
case in the morning paper.
She could be scarcely got out of be
t mornings, because she was tired an
: sleepy from reading the book she hs
distracted from the bookcase the nigf
: before, and when she did get up ST
actually sat before the dreary- lookir
stove for half an hour or so, intentl
perusing the various scraps of newspap'
\ while she should be lighting the fire.
In short, if she had not been the MOI
| devoted, sunny, unselfisb, tOnd-Of-us-a
little creature, it would have been utterl
? impossible for us to have stood the man
[ mishaps and disasters that spraDg fro
? our servant-maid's devotion to literatur
2 As it was, papa said to her when 81
D drenched him with soup: "Anoth'
f occurrence of this nature, and you GO
/ And mamma said to her when she near
2 drowned the baby: " Really. Eleano
2 if anything as dreadful as this happel
again, we must part" And / said
, her when she freed my song-bird q II
very next thing you do while reading
: and I made a significant pause ar
, looked.
: eyes, miss" said Nellie, meekly, Wi
I the tears in her gray eyes, which didr
. prevent her, as soon as she reached Il
kitchen, bursting out with "Why, VIII
, why didst thou leave me?" to a tul
i mace up of a strange combination
cold Dan Tucker and The Russii
7 Hymn"
!, But with the exception of turk
L nicely roasted and sent to table retainil
Il its crop and one or two other superhuo
appendages 70 turkey when roasted,
account of Red as a Rose is She, al
p forgetting to put the yeast in the bre
o. one night because East Lynne" il
2 beside the bread bowl, Nellie had &
7 into no trouble for several months, Al
: had gladly said to me the morning of t
. . very day l sent that horrid letter: s.
miss, 1 shall be with you another birt
! day, after all and isn't that Monar
I of MinkiDg Lane" lovely? 1 read lit
Z bit of it when 1 was dusting the parl,
. miss"