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

iTOm uSf POCKET ana referring 70 1t.
" She writes hope to arrive Just as
the sun is beginning to drown in your
beautiful river, and the evening star
peeps forth as bright-as bright, alas as
the eyes of my blue-eyed boy"
How very sweet I" said Mrs. Dusen-
berry, 1t reminds me of 8 note re-
ceiVed the other day from Dr.. Drake, in
answer to one sent him begging kim
for copy OF his lecture on the Human
Skeleton
Well. I should say she YVES right
smart. Yes {" said the young pork
merchant, in a nasal voice. 8Them
verses sounded very pretty. I don't
read anything in the newspapers but the
lard quotations and hog-market reports
myself, but know good po'try when
hear it. And you read first-rate, Miss
Spooner, you do. Yes-s."
I" 1t was nice" said his sister ''but
no better than friend of mine can do
S5e can write PONIES by the hour, but
she don't print none. She don't need to,
cause her pas rich. She only does it
for fun"
Well, Pm blessed" broke in Capt.
Hottop, dropping his feet with a bang
from the chair top on which they had
been elevated, 'it I wouldn't like to
know, what this is all about. Who is
she ? And who's the blue-eyed boy ?"
Why, bless me, you've Just come,
and you don't know, do you, uncle 7"
said Miss SpOOner, putting the ''pome"
away in her pocket book, and leaning
back in her chair the better to meet the
eyes of the captain. She's Mrs. Mont
gomery Montague, charming young
widow, and the blue-eyed boy is her
only child-a lovely babe
Babelet," corrected Mrs. Dusenberry,
at the same time playfuliy ficking the
cheek of youth at her side, one of the
aforementioned, who in his interest in
Miss Spooner's story had neglected to
fan the rival of Nine. D. Sevinge, after
having been captured and detailed for
that duty only five minutes before.
And when her husband died." cen.
tiuued the fair Isabella "(he was the
younger son of an aristocratic English
family, one of the very highest-intimate
with the queen-and he ran away to
this country on a lark, and his people
disoWned him because they thought he
married below him, though I've no
doubt she was much too good for him,
and he treated her shockingly), his
father sent Tor the boy, and tore him
| lIOul his weeping uO4I0I
"FAnd rocked not a tear or prayer 4"
quoted Mrs. DuseL berry.
But why did she let them take
him ? f" shouted the captain. " BY hea-
yens they couldD't have taken him if
she'd a held on. Foreigners tearing
citizens of the United States from their
mothers arms Who ever heard of such
a thing beiore?"
" Well, they didn't exactly tear him
away" explained his niece.
That's the poetical way of putting
it." interpolated Mrs. Dusenberry.
But she was left almost destitute" !"
Miss Spooner went on, "and she's a
delicate little thing, and"
Circumstanc were too many for
her" suggested the pork merchant.
"Just so, assented his hostess. But,
most fortunately, she possessed the gift
of song and with what her writings
bring her in, and the presents which are
showered on her wherever she goes-she
is such a tavorite she manages to get
along. l net her at Mrs. Bluelight's
party last winter, and we took such
fancy to each other right of, and she
told me her story in the conservatory.
Young Chandler was there, too, but she
didn't see him. He was at the other
end of the room, behind some tall
plants-he was very attentive to her
afterward, and gave her pearl bracelet
on her birthday-and ] cried till my
nose looked like a"
Cherry" suggested Mrs. Dusen-
berry. Adding, in a sprightly manner,
" Captain, il you desert me for this en-
chanIress, I'll never forgive you," to
the great astonishment of the honest
sentences with the lady, and indeed had
never seen her until this very July
afternoon.
"Well,'' said Mrs. Spooner, changing
& ring from the torefnger OF her right
hand to the forefnger of her left, 6" we
must all be very kind to her. sympa-
thize with her with all my heart about
her child. know how I'd feel if I lost
you, Isabella
NV babelet sweetl'" murmured
Mrs. Dusenberry, fixing her peculiar
eyes on her friend, on which the gaWky
youth at her side dropped the fan and
burst into loud guffaw.
Hush " cried Miss Isabella; Here
she isl
And up the garden walk tripped a
slight, giriish-loOking woman, dressed in
a blue-gray silk, with a Gsinsberough
nat, from which foated a leng black
ostrich plume, coquettishly set on the
| back of her head. Her pale yellow hair
| hung in babyish curls about her snow>
white brow, and she raised a pair of
| lovely yellow-brown eyes to the group
on the versnda.
| Miss SpoOner, with astonishing quick
ness, considering how stout she was, ran
down the steps and caught her friend in
/ Il \
with enthusiasm, " we have just been
reading your sweet, sweet poem, A
| Mothers VAIL Welcome to the home
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"How beautiful it isl" said the little
woman, clasping her daintily kidded
hands. and speaking in low, clear voice,
perfectly audible to the listeners above,
as she turned toward the river. That
glimpse of the water the grand old
trees the fragrance of the air ! aud -
raising her beautiful eyes" the glorious
sky, so like" with a catch in her breath,
" so like the eyes of my lost, my darling
boysl"
In less than q week every man in that
! house was more or less in love with Mrs.
Montgomery Montague-the captain,
the pork merchant, the old clerks, and
the young clerks.
And the women-well the women
didn't ike it as well as they did before
she came.
ss She's pretty enough and clever
enough, - said Mrs DusenbeTry, " but
for one am getting tired of her blue
eyed boy As I said in letter of mine
TO a distinguished literary gentleman
Immediately upon reading it he enrolled
: himself among my band of admiTers-'
have lost children, lost them in the
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