Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1880-04-01
Dolly and I.

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tive situation, but old Mr.. Brus-
Ie was a kind old man, Mrs,
Brusle a nice, talkatiye olsllady.
and Dolly Brusle often came in
to the shop and stood behind
the counter beside me. 9
Dear little Dolly; she had
brown eyes, and a dimple on
her chin, and she sang iko)3
prima donna.
Old Mr.. Brusle and my father
had been friends, and | was not a
servant only, bit privileged
friend as well, and all the ex-
cuse / needed for staying every
night was given in the words
81 want to hear the singing i.
Well, any one might have
wanted to hear it, for that mat
ter-not merely a boy who was
in love. Things went on in this
way for three years when one
afternoon, old Mr.. Brusle, shut
ting the drawers of his desk with
bang, said; '55 '9H .I
dts no use, Tom, | may as
well give .ing I'm not ma ing
a penny. and / Shall break up
the business. The old woman
and I can manage on what we
have, with only one. .cliid, anftI {
rest and stop fidgeting. Isap7
pose Dolly can teach a liit!es
too, and she can have some afihe1l
ry in that way. But the old
shop is mockcry, and I've.
known it a good while" l.V nni
So that was the end of that
Arcadian time. The stock and
fixtures were sold out, and the
shop was altered into q parlor,'
and I wrottto my iinclelin kon-
don, who had promised to take
me into his BUSINESS if [ Wished
it, and he telegraphed:
"Come next week" simuo'
And then one day | asked
Dolly to walk down into the
meadows and see if the black
berries were ripe. yIld l..Jl5lJ
We took two little baskets,
and the berries were hanging
plump and large and purple
black; but before we picked one
| drew her 20 a quiet placeIsnder
a great chestnut and pat my
arms about her waist, and said:
"Dolly, yon know just how /
feel to you, don't You F? You
know / love you" EfJE EQ
She nestled up to me a 1itflel
closer, and / took both her hands
in mine.
"Will you wait for me a little
while, DolIy?" I said. '"Wilf
you think that l am doing my
best all the time to bring the
day nearer when l can ask year
father to give you to me 7"
"Yes, Tom, I'll wait -'
And then we picked the black
berries and went homei agafi
through the meadows.
"We'll not speak of it yeti
Tom,7 said Dolly. cat home
I mean; they think me such a
child yet. 1 don'twaht to'break
the charm. In time they'll
guess that | am a woman; and
they like you, Tom. !" p = 20, !"
The evening passed swiftly.
/ arose to go. elGAD &04
"God bless you !" said the
old man. @d aao a ZFH -il''
Ipressed my lips, 10 DollyIsi
forehead In that moment of 4
parting the old folks thought It'll
only natural. And then i was
gone.q ,e,siiaotesl7 20 d hsspm 7q7
My trunk had been at the star
ton for hours. Il heard the
whistle of the train; i saw the
red glare ofthe monsters eyes;
/ heard the snortand the tramp.
He was ready for me, and the
city and its whirl awaited me.
For awhile | was bcwillered in
the city, then Very busy, then
flushed with the prospect of be-
ing rapidly advanced, and Of be-
ing able to ask Dolly to be my
wife sooner than L expected II
wrote joyous letters. She wrote
pleasant ones 'backato me. We
did not make them open love
letters, but both understooduhct
love at the BOTTOM Of them. An y
the months glhled on, For. the
first half year | had no holiday.
Then d grudgingly given week !
was granted me, and / visited
my friends and had a glorious
time. Dolly was loyelier, than
ever. She walked over to the sta
ton with me when Ileft, leaning
ON my arm. The train had not !
come in yet--the one for Lon
don, but the other had set down
some passengers from the city,
One, Il stout gentleman ofthirty-I
five, dressed in fine style, having
given his portmanteau to q port,
er, advanced to Dolly. id ~
GLOW do you do, Miss Brus-
le 2, SAID he. r.s g. 8.
She held out her hand shyly..
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