The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1880-08-19

In fact she shared, as far as she
could, all their sports; for the chill
dren all loved her dearly, and tried
to make her forget how unlike them
she was. But sometimes poor Fay
would get sad in spite of all she could
do, many times did her mamma find
her hidden away from sight, crying,
oh, 50 bitterly, and when she tried to
comfort her, she would say:
"But, oh, why mamma, do you
suppose the dear God didn't make me
tall, and in shape, like all the other
children?' And then looking so
mournfully into her mothers face she
would add: "Just think, mamma, l
shall never be a grown up girl, but
always poor, wee deformed Fay"
But now am coming to something
very pleasant that happened to Fay
one day while she was visiting her
aunty in Boston, the lady who told
me the story, and who said every
word of it was true.
She was weary of staying in the
house, and so had obtained permis-
sion of her auntie to go to n store near
by and look at some pictures there.
She was dressed as she always was,
in pure white, her dress being made
to hide as much as possible, her poor
little back, while over it hung her
beautiful curls, making the most
lovely mantle you could think of.
She had tied on at starting a white
lace hat, but the wind had blown it
back, so that the sweet face was in
full view. She was stopping to look
at the window of the store she was
about to enter, and was so much in
terested in what she saw that she did
not notice a poor, ragged, and dirty
boy who had taken his stand beside
her, and was gazing very earnestly at
her.
He was truly boy of the streets
not perhaps a wicked one but whose
eyes looked mischievous, and as
though at times their owner would
say some saucy things. But there
was nothing of that about him now.
He simply stood and looked at Fay as
if he was almost afraid of her, and yet
as though he could not take his eyes
from her if he would.
At last she turned suddenly, as if
she felt that she was being watched,
and seeing the boy at her side looking
at her so earnestly, she asked, in her
sweet voice:
Why do you look at me so, poor
boy?''
For moment he did not speak
then, hesitatingly, he reached out and
touched her white dress very gently,
ank asked in almost a whisper:
''Say, be you an angel?"
With one of her bright smiles, she
answered:
"Oh, no indeed; I'm just like you, q
child of this earth"
''But," said the boy, "your face i:
just like them pictures of angels, and
I thought inside that place up there
| (pointing to Fay's poor little back
"was where you kept your wings
only that you'd got 'em folded VI
just now"
Little Fay had been made happier
by the poor boys thought than the
sight OF any pictures could make her,
and only stopping long enough to say,
"God bless you, poor boy, for telling
me that" she ran home as fast rs she
could 90, to tell her auutie about it;
and when, in the months that fol
lowed, she would at times get very
sad in thinking of her poor body, she
would suddenly brighten up, and say
to her mother:
"Well, never mind, mamma, there
is one boy in the world who Thought
was an angel, only that my wings
were folded up" and the recollection
never failed to bring a smile to her
face. And those who know and love
her have no doubt that some day her
dear heavenly Father will give her
the beautiful wings of an angel, and
that she will never have need to fold
them.
"Auntic," said May, as 1 finished,
81 mean to tell that to the scholars,
and perhaps it will make Jim Plum
mer real sorry cause he spoke so to
Archie, and all the rest of the chill
drcn kind to everybody who amt we'll,
and strong, and whole like them
selves"
In the outskirts of New Orleans
lives an old man whose only COM
panions are spiders of every shape and
hue. He has never attempted an ac-
curate census, but believes that there
are 800 OF 600 of them, and the cell
ings of his two rooms are completely
hidden by the webs which they have
span. For the most part these strange
pets make their own living, but oc
casionaly the old man throws a hand
full Of flies into the innumerable webs,