The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1878-03-14

awful wrong happened near along that
time. An I've never took the ring off u
my finger since"
FRAGMENT If.--ToLD IN THE FARM
HOUSE.
~ Ia7ed him SOL Oh did love
him sol' ,"
Them was her very words, sff, which
she never changed 'em nor said nothin'
elss the whole time but them there. Not
a sign nor breath of 8 name-just him.
Ana she continaly agOing over it, and
over it, and over it, till it made one skesry
like to hear it, poor thing
"Such night, too, as it was when my
mat1-that's my husband, I mean, sir,
brought her N. n the fall-yes, sir, and
/ it a, rainin' and blowin' and dark as q
i1k bottle. He found her lords night,
he said, %ii..5H he was on the road home
here, which he had DesS 54er with lead
of oats, sir, to the bark-peelefs' camp,
fifteen miles if it's q foot. She was
wandering along the road, he said, and
| didn't know where she was goin', it
seemed, nor how she got there, though
she like as not got of one of the trains at
the shanty near there, though they sell
dom stop, but that we'll never know /
suppose, in this world and SO he brought
her home with him on that perishin'
night and handed hef 5Tst to me.
'FShe was quite gone then, out Of bef
head, It being my belief that she didn't
know me from herself then, nor never
after. poor, poor dear an so young.
ga man never can see thing till it's
poked right into his eyes and holleTed
into both ears; excuse me, sir, but no
more he can't, and my man he believed
that poor creature was drunk or crazy.
Drunk All, sir, I think if the man
who was the wicked cause of that poor,
forsaken child being a mindless wanderer
that night, could only ha' seen her as
seen her, when I took her into my own
room and put her into my own bed, he
would have took the shortest way out of
the world that he sent her out of in
misery and darkness, and far from her
own. She was a lady-born, as could be
easy seen by her hands, the prettiest
ever saw-so white and slender, though
with nothing on them but this little
hair ring, as you say you've seen the
mate TO, sir, and made of two kinds--one
of 'em her own, know being the color
of gold almost, and the other
Oh, I can't bear to think of what the
creature that wore that lock of hair will
hGYe to answer for some day. And of
all her clothes, which in spite O. the mud
and dragglement, e0nld see was of the
finest and delicatest there was no name
or mark of any sort on any. If she had
a dropped out of the clouds she couldn't
been more unbeknown, by any sign or
token anywhere about her.
" Well, sir, I watched her through it
all, and cared for her like one of my
Own-which l am a grandmother, sir,
and was then, though not looking it ]
dessay, being married very young. She
never knew it though. She never got
her reason at all, and not even the little
babes cry-it was a girl aud looked no
mora like her than l did-not even its
cry-as came from a strong pair lungs,
| insure yOu-cOuld seem to bring
anything back to her, but just that one
moan, 50 mournful and weary
like, while she kept turning her great
blue eyes this way and that, lOOkin' and
lookin', though with no meaning IN them
at all, Just that awful wild stare as if she
was seeing straight through the wall and
hundred miles away. And so tossing
and turning and never resting, but all
through the night till morning, and still
through Inc Udy III HISh' again. anu
never changing; only getting weaker and
weaker, she never lett of twisting her
hands and crying: I loved him 50 oh.
did love him so ?
"Tbe little babe was just week and
one day old when she said it for the last
| time in the world, and she had never
/ seen it to know it.
eve buried her out under that old
beech, and not knowing what else to put
on it, we just wrote on the board, as you
can see for yourself, the date of when she
came and them words of hers.
"sAnd the little one? That's her in
the garden out there, seven years old
this month. She'll bear our name and
never know as long as I'm alive, mol
after Pm gone, l hope; but what it''
her own by right.
ayes /; it's a queer and very sad story
sir, that's so, an awful story, and it makes
me feel very sober when | think Of it, al
/ often do when I'm alone, and l nevel
go into that room when Pm alone in the
dark, we've never used it sim seven year
ago, but what / seem to hear that poor
dear chiId's heart-broken and dyin' wall
'FI loved him so. On did love hin
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