The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1879-12-11

Fred received his medicine tractably
from her hand. a few moments later
Mrs. Ffothinghain came in: the Doctor
went away, and she stumbled through
her exIllanation, she hardly knew how,
and left the fond mother fearful and in
dignant eat her Obduracy. TWAS not
until weeks after that She learned that
Jack had been in town on the very day
when She had been so faithful to him,
and had oteven called upon her. u
This was all that Margery knew. She
had waited faithfully for some explana-
ton; had written. to- him several times;
but her letters came back to her through
the Dead, Letter Office, showing that
jack had never received them and that
his present residence was not known at.
his former address. She never doubted
Jack through it ali. She was true, and
she felt sure that he was too. There
was some strange mystery between them.
1t might neyer be cleared up inathis
world ;4butib would--be sure tO-be in
Heaven. and they would have all eter-
nifty to understand one another in.
Margery could not grow old and sour,
for there is always youth and sweetness
where there is hope.
Margery was sorting her herbs in the
sunny drying-room, which the school
children called Miss Margery's herba-
rum, when she was called to the door
by Bina Hutehins Bina7 drove a pro-
vision cart, supplied in part at the shire
town, five miles away, and supplying in
its circuit as many villages. 2'''- t'l- -,ii'
* Mornin', Miss Margery,n said the
old man, eheerily, g I'm round taking
my orders for, turkeys for Thanksgiving.
Nigh about disposed of the whole flock
now. Miss rockingham bought .Sulei7
man Pasha; they took Achmet Pasha at
the hotel; sold IsmaiI Pasha and
Mukhtar Pasha at the Corners = and the
keeper at the junction spoke
for .Mehemet Ali last summer, when he
saw him struttin' about in our pastur'.
feel as if / owed sight to yOu, Miss
Margery, for naming them turkeys for
me. swat - ~ IT. 2il
'sThe heft of the people in this section
are interested in this war--leastWays
they pertend to be; and when | Showed
'eml the names o. them turkeys on my
order-book, there was cen almost a
scrimmage to see who'd get his name
down opposite the high-soundingest of
Fem. Dickson, the restaurant keeper,
hez it printedso nFthe-posters 1heI l-hang
in-6he station ION THANKSGIVING Day
EMehemet Ali beheaded this morning.
This great Turk to- be rallied for at our
free lunch.' And Miss rockingham
told me she was going to put her tur-
keys name into all her invitations. She
Showed me one of the neea5OOs that that
young lady who is stayin' there painted
for her on white satin. She'd printed
Suleiman Pasha in what she calls Tur-
key red, with guns and moons and little
cupidses, in turbans and baggy trow-
sers, all around the border They do
say Fred Frothingham's going to marry
her. She's some sort of relation to his
fust wife. 1 say, Miss Margery, it seems
kinder Gurus to me there shud be so
many Generals in Turkey by the name
of Pasha. The only way 1 kin account
fur it is that it must have been the name
of the last Sultan. They say that the
iSultans have wives enough to fill fe-
male seminary, and that the Sultan
crack regiments made of his own sons.
l don't know how I should have man
aged about naming my turkeys if it
hadn't a-been for the Pasha family. A
l'whOle brood of turkeys came off after
llyou sent me that list of names, and |
called 'em Constantinople Pasha, an
Bagdad Pasha, an Bosphorus Pasha,
an one on 'em JeIky-nek-off Pasha,
though my wife said that was kind of
mixin' things, fur it seemed to her that
Jerky-nek-off sounded more. Rooshan
that Turkey. r. - ~
81 did very well with the whole flock
except in the Sultan, the very biggest
and gamest Teller of all. Ii weigh
twenty-eight pounds easy, an tail
feathers enough to make half dozen
handsome fans. l prided myself ON the
Sultan, but I'm going to lose money on
W., 60, H. e H.
odist church at B'thesdy Springs he'd
come to the conclusion that the taber-
nacle, though it was good enough
place for the summer boarders to git re
ligiOn in, was too windy and chilly :
place to get up any sort of religion;
warmln' during the winter; an they'C
voted to have fair about Thanksgiving
time TO. raise money to build a chapel
Wen, after they'd engaged the Sultan o
me, an advertised him in all the paper.
as one of the attractions, what'd they
do but conclude they couldn't afford tx
take him unless I'd donate him. TIL,
idee! When I'd been fattening him vi
all summer expressly fur them, an de
clined him to Miss Rockingham anC
Mr.. Dickson, who'd either on 'em hav,
given a good price for him! And th,
most aggrazating thing about it is tia
Elder Dusenbury has sold 'em his six
year-old lame gobbler; and that ever.
one that tackles him Will think it's tn
Sultan, and my turkeys will lose thei
reputation. 49, ..r,..-- ~
q declare, now, Miss Margery, TIN
idee just strikes me that the Sultan i
j Just the turkey for you Itwould pleas
me fust rate for you to have the bes
bird in my lot. You must wear out
sight of wings adjusting, you're SO neat
and the Sultan's are strong enough t.
last year. III throw off a shillin'
seeing it's you, and take half out il
4 dicker. One thing came round fur wa
to get all the sweet Inajorun you cal
spare There'saalluss call for 1t abou
this season." -.. s-,
Margery had stood, while the old maj
was talking, beneath the little porch
whose pillars had been lifted out of TIL
Lground by the strong old vines tina
twisted about them in such snaky con
tortions. An amused smile had flick
cred on her face as she listened. s'But
Bina,' she expostulated, - the Sultan i
entirely too large for a Thanksgivin:
dinner for only poor little me-"
81 didn't know but you might hav
. company suggested Bina. "The ole
people from the Town House haven
, had regular Thanksgiving dinner sine
, the one you gave them"
% Mrs. sDusenbury told me, - replies
Margery, sstbat whatever is left frOmth
church festival is to be sent there, s.
that they are to be provided for thi
,, year. However, 1 will take the Sultan
You may shut him up in the dog7kennel
We haven 'tkept dog since Cousin Jacl
: went away. And you may have m
whole stock of sweet marioram; for
shall not kill the Sultan this year, an,
.. perhaps 1 shall give him away" An,
ps,,, H., Ea