The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1879-09-11

I Tor MIS- w are. DO you know ner!
She's another real beautiful lady. She
was keepin' house that time for old Mr..
Ames, up on Beacon Hill, and she'd
taken charge of a District for
! spell, and so she came acquainted with
/ Harriet and me. She used to bring us
things most every week. No, / can't
think how we should have done without
Mis- Ware.
81 The Lord sent her, that's just the
long and short of it, proceeded Hexy,
her voice choking a little. - You see,
l fell sick, and Harriet, she got all wore
out taking care of me, and we got out of
every thing, and at last the OYerseer of
the Poor come, and he judged 'twan't
no use our trying to keep along any fur
ther. We must sell off what we'd got,
he said, and just go into the alms-hOuse
with the town poor, and be supported!
l was settin' up by that time, so I see
him as well as Harriet. He didn't mean
to be unkind, guess, but he said it kind
of hard. | suppose he couldn't realize
what ones feelings was, and he didn't
make it sound no easier than it was.
After he had gone away Harriet turned
kind of wild. She couldn't say a word,
but walked up and down the room,
whispering to herself and wringing her
hands. l cried till I was all tired out,
then went to sleep; when 1 woke up,
she was gOnel"
''GOne! whereof
" l didn't know any more than you do
now. was too weak to sit up long, and
l couldn't stir to find her. 1t seemed as
if the end of every thing had come. 1
mistrusted the Lord that night. 1t
seemed as if he didn't know and didn't
care what became of us two poor cree
/ nd Is1 Lot Tl,,k %lo
l needn'tI 1t was real wicked and faith
less in me, for we always had been
helped somehow, and we was then. The
very next morning, by 8 o'clock, come
Mis- Ware. He sent her of course; and
when she heard what had happened,
she just went straight out to the police,
and they writ and telegraphed about
the country, and the third day they
found Harriet. y
''Oh, where was she?'' cried Hester,
thrilled with sympathy.
Way out to the back of Milton Hill.
What took her that way I don't know,
nor ever did. She don remember moth
ing about it. She had just wandered
on and on, trying to get away from her
trouble, poor thing, rs if any of us could
do that
A pause. Through the open door of
the loft Hester heard Matte saying:
Eyes, it is quite a nice old wheel.
What will you take for it?'' and the old
maids canny voice in reply:
Wall-I don't know Jest what wheels
is a-fetchin' now.''
Mis- Ware didn't stop there, neith-
er," resumed Hexy. when she found
how bad we felt about it, she told the
Overseer of the Poor that she'd see we
was supported somehow, without comm
on the city. / don't rightly know how
it was fixed, but some of Mis- Ware s
rich friends helped, and it was arranged
we should stay on at the old place.
Then the next year they cut the new
street, and we moved out here. Mis-
Ware, she did it all. Twas better for
Harriet, she thought, and all our
own things was fetched out, to
make me feel hOme-like. She's a good
deal better since. She likes to look out
of the window in summer time, and
some days she's almost cheerful and like
her old self-nO, not that, but more than
l ever thought she would be-"
g 1t is pleasant, quiet spot for her.
Are the people kind to yOu?''
Well, yes. They're kind enough, as
folks 90. They're glad of the board
and help along a little, and we get on
very well. Harriet hasn't ever got Ovel
pose she ever will; but she don't ever
: go downstairs and they hardly ever come
. up, so it don't much matter. Sitting
, here alone with me, she don't realize
half the time that she isn't in the old
, place, and that quiets her mind moro
, than any thing else does
t The bargaining in the loft grew loud
, er.
g Half a dollar was what friend O
+ mine gave for one the other day"
''Half dollari That don't seem mucI
> for a wheel that cost s much as seven
teen dollars when it was new.''
2 ''When it was newP Yes! But yOI
can't expect to use thing 80 years anC
then get as much as you gave for it
+ Now, III tell yOu,'' continued the littl,
Y screw; ''it's such nice little wheel, tha
I III give you a dollar for it. That is twice
as much as my friend gave"
II g ''Wall-a dollar seems fairer,' in
convinced tone. Another moment, anC
, in they troOped, Matte with a DUST
4 spindle fast in hand, the old man bear
: ing the wheel and its appurtenances.
''COme, Hester-we must be gettin!
], home, d" announced Matte, with a loOl
I which meant that she judged it expedi
. ent to be off with her prize without in
= judicious delay. Hester understood, an,
a IOS6 10 70 pump Dulnps went TN
= spinning-wheel against the stairs. Sh
\ fingered for a word of farewell.
" "Thank you so much for telling m
= about your sister | wish there wa
: something could do to give her or yo
! a pleasure. Is there?''
r. "Oh, thank you," with flush G
! grateful surprise, "no, indeed, we don
4 want any thing at all now. Folks ha
- been so kind since Harriet broke down.
= She sobbed outright for moment
=, "'Tis too bad in me, only-only,
" sometimes think how different 'twOul
; be if only some one had found out an
4 helped a little before-she-brok
>, down."
The words rang in Hester's ears q
-. they drove home in the spicy, dew
- twilight. ''Ah, dear!" she sighed t
~ hersef-a great wave of pity and cor
I Germ sweeping over her heart VIII
u can't people knOw-why don't theyP-
~ and give just the little lift, the sma
~ ~ help, at the right moment, which NEAR
- so much before and so little after til
- Harriets of the world break down?'
= Susan Coolidge, IN ChriStiaR Uqion
Id A CURIOUS case of hydrOphobia h;