The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1879-05-29
HER BLUE-EYED BOY.

Ny bay, nv boy, my blue-eyed boy,
For thee 1 sigh, for thee weep.
WheR others tread the may dance,
Or smile in happy dreams and sleep.
Torn from these loving arms away,
By those who recked not tear or prayer,
Ere thou couldst speak thy mothers name,
Ny tiny bud my babelet fair.
& Ny bow. my blue-eYed boy,
Could within thy brigst eyes gaze
Or have an hour to kiss Thee in
'lwOuld light up my weary days,
But thou art far way from me,
Between us Ocesn's bIllOvs beat,
And 1 can but thy pIct1re kiss,
n fairy rose. my babelet sweet
As Miss Isabella Spooner finished
reading these verses, and proceeded to
cut them out of the paper they had
gTaced, with a pair ef scissors that, in
company with q bunch of keys, hung
from her generous girdle, a murmur OF
admiration and sympathy arose from her
audience. This audience consisted Of
Mrs. Spooner, Isabella's mother, a tall,
thin, pale woman with a great deal of
forehead-thst is, in regard to height
and very white, well~shaped hands
which looked as though they had been
nodded out of lard Mrs. Dusenberry, a
lady who looked about five and.foI ty,
but who, according to her own calcula-
tions, grew young so fast that her friends
confidently 'Apected that in few years
she would be girl again, with lips so
thin that they came near being no lips
at all, bumpy brow, small, black, uneven
eyes, a nondescript nose, and q figure
remarkable for its unobtruSiveness ;
Capt. HottoP, Miss SpOoner's uncle, a
hale, hearty, rather handsome man, who
had spent most of his life in a sailing
vessel Mr.. Wellington Octoper, young
pork merchant, called "DeVil fish, by
those of his companions who had been
to the aquarium, " because it came so
devilish near being Octopus, you know"
with reddish hair, reddish complexion,
and no forehead to speak of; Miss Euge
MIA Ann Octoper, sister of the pork mer-
chant, a pretty, pert young girl, who
came down to breakfast in diamond ear
rings, and talked q great deal about
style ;" and two or three elderly men
and three or four young men, who being
near nobodies, can, OF course, only expect
mere mention.
1t was lovely day in the last week of
July, and these people were gathered
together on the broad veranda of the
| Spooner homestead. Mrs. Spooner took
q few summer bOarders for company,
and, truth to tell, they could not have
been in plessanter place. The house, sub
stantially built OF gray stone and dTaped
with beautiful wIstaTias that climbed to
the very roof, faced the Delaware river,
and the gleam of the water through the
branches of the catalapa trees that stood
| Just outside the garden were laden with
snowy flowers among which the bees
were having rare riot, was q pleasant
sight to see.
Miss isabella SpoOner, the real mis-.
tress OF the homestesd-her mother'l
extreme lsssitude rendering her only the
nominal one-was q comfortable, septi
mental old maid, with an obtrusive
figure, tin which respect she formed s
great contrast to her friend Mrs. Dusen
berry, light, very light blue eyes, and s
snub nose. She wore her hair crushed
| back ike her mamma's-and falling in s
curly crop on the hack of her neck. In
evening dress these curIs were alwsv,
tied with a bit of bright ribbon. which
impaired to them quite a Juvenile SD
pearance and charm.
Miss Isabella dotted on poetry, an:
/ looked upon all rhymers as fsheaven
born" Intact, she had an intense re
spect for and admiration of all person
connected with literature, and was won
to say, "Could have been pen-gifted
would have asked no other boon.''
'How very sweet i'' said Mrs. Dusen
berry, in soft, too soft voice, as Mis-
! Speoner, after reading the verses quoted
sbeve. took her scissors in hand. ''The7
remind me of some lines l introduced il
my frat letter to Prot Ganz at the timt
I became 30 interested in the habits 0
the birds Of North America. He saie
atterward, by-the-hye, that the bright
ness of that letter absolutely dazzle,
him" Mrs. DusenbeTry prided hersel
on her letter-writing, and anxious ths
her talent should not be hid under
bushel, " wrote on the subject which sh
. thought would be more interesting I,
: him, with hint as to the impression b
} had made on her susceptible heart, +
every man with whom she came i
con. act, As soon as possible after formin
= his acquaintance.
5 " And when do you expect hel
: IsabeIla7'' asked Mrs. Spooner, liftin:
: her hands, OF which she was very proud
. from her lap. to regard them NOR
e closely, and then listlessly droppini
them again.