The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1878-03-21

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| front basement did it. Contrast is every
thing, you know. But ali she wasn't
like the divine, the beautiful
g !, Sfr. M'Go7eru;will you have another
cup of tea ?"
My what sweet vOies
Now what was it made the old hesrd-
| ing house day by day so much more in
| tolerable than it used to be? Perhaps
it was the dust. Somehow the universal
dust had ceased to assert itself as for
meriy, and beCaI1e conspicuous by its
absence. Everything in Mr.. M'GOYerh's s
room by some magic got into its right
place. Inanimate things may be totally
| depraved, but somehow his showed an
! evidehce of reform that argued the ex-
istence of saving gra5e somewhere.
| Where on earth were the holes in his
stockings? He missed them Certainly
| hole in ones stocking Is more honored
| in the breach than in the observance
but what a peculiar experience for a
clerk, in a boarding house!
One day Mr.. M'Govern happened to
remember what his landlady had said to
him about her daughters "edication."
! poor woman be didn't wonder some
big word bothered her; every now and
then he came across some that puzzled
him. 1t might be that Annie would be
nice to talk to. But he must get q safe
subject. How would politics DO 7-hsre
he was tolerably strong himself.
1t is humilisting confession to make
regarding ones hero, but no sooner had
Clarence MGovern begun to talk politics
with Annie than he speedily made up
his mind that the administration Of
our republican government was the one
thing on earth that he knew nothing
about. How humiliatiDg it was The
same thing over again. eff you amt d
rich man or a newspaper chap, what can
you do with a girl They get their
heads packed full of things at scheol
that fellow who's got his living to earn
can't know anything about, and if you
haven't got any money This worlds
a beastly hole" Concluded Clarence
MGoyern; and in that statement lie em-
bodied the sentiments of many a wiser
NAN
But in this case it was too bad. Now
with Arabella, rich, beautiful and we'll
born, it was different; but to be extin-
guished by Mrs. Gibson's daughter he,
Clarence NJ M'Govern--abominable Was
he not rising man, and were there not
indications of good birth in his every
feature and in his very name To be
sure, he hated to attempt tracing ais
lineage; it would bolt up against a
tailor's shop in the Bowery in such an
| aggrayating manner. But clearly names
sprung from something. Why should
| his ancestors have been named NJ Govern
if they had never had anything to gov-
| ern p impossiblel But such s plebeian
name as Gibson-bah!
But there was something very delight
| full in Annie's society when he kept out
of deep waters and when one day she
| asked him, very sweetly: "WhO is Ara
| bella p Mr.. NJ Govern felt that his cup
of happiness was full. With Arabella
for q sweetheart and Annie for q con-
fidante, what man could want more
| The food-gates of his soul were opened.
! He certainly lacked the eloquence of that
much to- -be-enVied newspaper chap; but
| Annie was sympathetic, and she got q
notion of his loDgings, his doubts, his
aspirations, quite as correct as If they
| had been more elegantly expressed.
! Then came the story of the sonnet that
wouldn't allow itself TO be written, and
| the stupid, uncomfortable, contumacious
behavior of that awful pOllysyllable
| Arabella.
" Don't put it in at the end of line, F"
/ suggested Annie. Get over at once,
and have it out sf the way"
! Capital ~ said Mr.. M'G0veTn.
Gould you, Miss Annie, give me an
| idea, a suggestion, line or two per
haps?'
"What style will yeu have it in ?"
''Well, something a little like Tenny-
sen, with dash OF Shelley, just a trife
OF SwinburDe, possibly" He had evil
IDENTIFY been reading Up.
- How would this do?" suggested the
accommodating ANNA, with twinkle in
her eye that somehow made Mr.. McGov-
ern blush to the roots of his hair:
q 'Arabella, gaze upon me
With thy soft and gentle eyes,
See the wrong that thou hast done me
All my troubled spirit lies
Painting with its deep emotion,
PuIseIess as a tropic ocean,
And I seem as one who lieth
Low upon his couch and dieth."
Beautiful! Go on"
Now the result of all this was that
| within the next three weeks Miss Ara
bella receive d no less than nineteen love
poems, all signed 4" Clarence NJ Govern" "
in that gentIeman's best style, with a
flourish underneath at least four inches
long.
But somehow this partnershipin poetry
did not seem to agree with Annie. and
before long she announced her intention
of visiting a friend in the country. She
" needed change" she said.
Curiously how the holes in Mr.. NJ Go
vern's stocking began to Teappear; the
dust resumed its normal sway, and the
only line of poetry the young man could
remember was
sThou wilt come no more, gentle Annie"
which he whistled 50 lugubIiOusly that
one morning, out of pure sympathy
Mrs. Gibson put out her head inside his
door and whispered, consOlingly:
Lor' bless you, yes, she will, Mr.
MGovern she's only gone for amOnth.'
Then Clarence began to wonder where
; his thoughts had been stTayiDg; and a.
pOetical effusions were no longer posi-
, hilitv, he resolved to see ATabelia al
once, and put his fate to the touch, snC
win or lose it all.
II was a night of wind and rain anC
! sleet as Mr.. M'Govern left the station
J and approached the Lockwood mansion
: Miss 4 Arabella would see him in few
, moments, and in the meantime would ht
wait in the library? Fancying himsel
in solitude, he selected the easiest chair
! and was just composing his address Il
the fair object of his affections, when ;
: small voice appealed to him pathetically
. PIeathe, thir, thith ith too thick, i
,, won't twith."
What is it. my child ?" inquirec
Clarence, ,afectionately, seating the small
! petitioner on his knee.
: : 'Pth maxim lamp Hghterth. Thithte
: Bella gave me all thlth white paper.
wanted new, but she thaid it wath goOc
enough for me; there wath nothing Vi
| it but some thilly vertheth that b;i
fooI-she thaid bith name, but I forge
! had written to her. Don't pinch N
: tho; Pll thcream."
! On agonies of unrequited affection
! There, curling gracefully around lamp