The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1878-03-21
HIS LANDLADY'S DAUGHTER.

" Yes, Mr.. M'Govern, she is coming
home tomorrow"
Nor Really--ahl mean-exactIy
yes :"
''Ah, Mr.. M'Govern, if you could
know how I've tOiled and slaved and
pinched that that girl could have an edi-
cation never had no learning my
SELF"
" Precisely--just so"
" And l made up my mind that Annie
should be lady, and she is, sir, she
is"
. Certainly--no doubt. Really the
fact is.-would you mind? / am very
busy."
Now the fact was that Mr.. M'Govern
was determined not to take the slightest
interest in the world in his landlady's
daughter. And at this moment he was,
also, engaged upon g piece Of work that
not only absorbed all his energies, but
apparently presented difficulties that he
was not likely to overcome.
The case lay just here. Mr.. M'GOv-
eTn, salesman and commercial traveller
for large dry goods house, had recently
made the acquaintance IN an adjacent
town, not as large, but fancying itself
quite as important, as New York, of q
young lady who had suddenly insrired
him with the exaggerated sentiment we
commonly call love. At least he thought
so. And now the problem lay, how to
awaken a corresponding emotion in the
heart of the fair being to whom he felt
anxious and desirOus to offer the devotion
of a lifetime. If he had been rich, he
might have overwhelmed her with bOu~
quets such as can only be produced by a
metropolitan florist. But he was not
rich. On the other hand, if, as he ex-
pressed it to himself, he I" had been one
of those newspaper chaps, who are always
saying things and writing things, you
know, had walk into a girls heart when
| they haven't even a respectable pair of
boots, or shilling to get their hair cut, +"
even then he might have done something.
| But, as it was, what could he do?
Finally an idea occurred to him.
| Brilliant in epigram he was not, and
certainly could never hope to be; but
somebody had surely once said that
"genius is only indomitable persever-
ance," and there was the hare and the
| tortoise, and the little busy bee, and
there was no knowing but that if he gave
a month to it he might yet manage to get
| up something she would like to read-he
| could certainly write as good a bHsine IS
letter as any fellow in the Office. But
| then it ought to be in rhyme. And here
another difficulty presented itself. Her
name was Arabelle? Yet Petrarch had
certainly been in the same scrape; there
isn't word IN the language that end;
like Laura.
So he set valiantly to work, and on the
morning when Mrs. Gibson invaded his
| sanctum to announce her daughter
expected return, he had got just this far
"Midst roses fair. oh ! lovely Arabella-'
Stop there was cellar. But how tr
work it in And here Mr.. NJ Govern wa'
met by difficulty that bad oppressed
many great poet.
His landiady had broken the chain @
inspiration besides, ii was nine o'clock
he couldn't do better than to 90 to the
Office, for there was a fresh consignment
of goods that he was expected TO dispos'
of. In the evening he would go out anC
call upon Arabella which he did, and a
midnight he returned to his grimy
apartment on Mrs. Gibson's third floor
more in love than ever.
But on the following evening, wheI
he came home from the Office, he remem
| bsred Mrs GibsOn's announcement, anC
at the tea table he looked for the youn,
lady in question Not that he careC
what she looked like, but then
Hum not a pretty girl, by an,
means % but somehow, he looked again
There she sat, soft little body in
grew merino dress, with 4 pair of yer,
pretty hands placidly folded in her lap
What was the impression she gave him
Ha he didn't know. Now he had it
! she seemed 50 very, very-funny word