The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1878-01-10
MY WIFE'S new FRIEND.

Mrs. Jones has quite habit OF culti-
waiting new friendships, which have every
appearance of blooming eternally, but
which soon wither in the worlds cold
blasts. l used to think this characters
tic was confined to school girls, who
swear Immortal fidelity in letters crossed
and recrossed, but forget each other as
soon as they have caught lover.
My wife's last acquisition in the way
of bosom friend is Mrs. Mortimer
Mowbray, with whom she became ac-
quainted last summer, while we were
boarding out of town. Mrs. Mortimer
Mowbray had her carriage with her, and
created quite a sensatiOn-in fact, every
lady in the house was eager to be come
her cOnfdante; but the amiable deport>
ment OF Mrs. Jones combined, / doubt
not, with her intellectual accomplish
ments, rendered her the favorite, and she
it was who daily occupied the spare seat
in the coach, and had the honor of advis
ing Mrs. Mortimer Mewbray in those
thousand grave perplexities under which
woman suffers
We returned to the city after the
Mowbrays; but my wife, though usual.
Iy very firm on questions of etiquette,
waived her privileges on this occasion,
and made the first call. She was gra-
ciously received, and came home in high
spirits. All that evening she could do
nothing but talk of Mrs. Mortimer
MOwbray.
"Such an elegant establishment" she
said. "a footman, with manners like
prince, waited at the door. The drawing
room was the perfection of luxury and
taste. Mrs. MOWbray had on such sweet
cap, and altogether looked so lady-like.
Her manners were, indeed, most aristo-
cratic, Just what those OF a countess are
supposed to be-"
In few days Mrs. Mortimer Mowbray
returned my wife's call, coming in
shining new carriage. and with a new
span of horses. Her equipage created
quite a sensation in our street.
Mrs Jones, soon after this, began to
act as if brooding over some vast design,
which, not being matured, she deemed
it wisest to be silent respecting. AT last
the mighty secret was broached.
/ was thinking, Jones'" she said, one
night, just as l was composing myself to
sleep on my pillsw, "that we ought to
give party. Not a regular ball, indeed.
but select entertainment, where a few
congenial minds may be brought togeth-
er. | should like to introduce my dear
Mrs. Mowbray to some of the choicest of
or set"
Now, 1 detest parties, small or large {;
but, as the delicacy of my wife's nerves
does not allow of her being thwarted, l
made no objection to the proposal,
though / sighed to myself.
"Of course, my DEAR" l said. You
know best"
Well, about thirty" continued my
wife, warming with thesubject. There s
Mrs. Wharton, and Mrs Horace ShiDn,
and Mrs. Price and the Misses Trelaw-
ney," and thus the dear creature ran on,
until she had mentioned about forty
| names, and / saw that her select party
OF congeDial souls' was going to be, after
all, cLowded rout.
"N u have forgotten the two Misses
| HoweIt," l said at last, when my wife
stopped for want of breath.
The two Misses Howell were amiable,
Intelligent and pretty girls in whom
! took a particular interest, because their
| father had once been an extensive
shipping merchant, but, having become
reduced and died bankrupt, the sisters
were obliged toesrn livelihood by stand
! ing in a store. They had numerous rich
relations on whom they might have billet
ed themselves, but, with spirit of proper
independence, they preferred to work toi
their maintenance, instead of eating the
bread of charity. 1 had long nursed 6
| romantic idea of seeing them married
well; and had consequently always made
it a point to invite them TO our parties
to praise them highly to the young gen
tlemen there, and, in every other indi
rect way, to assist in realizing my pc
scheme.
My wife, heretofore, had seconded M
in my benevolent plan; but on the pres
ent occasion she hesitated to reply, and
knew at once there was something th'
matter.
"Ahem! !" she said at last, clearing he
throat. Ahem The Misses Howell
] re very girls, to be sure-that Is