The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1880-10-14
LITTLE BL0SS0M:
The Hardest Pain OF AL.
By NAOMI.

From the sunny South, Atlauta.I
Sweet Jenny Osborne; how pure
and lovely she was, and how tenderIy
the soft blue eyes gazed into the
brown ones of her newly made hus-
band! Little Blossom" he had
called her when he gave the first
lovers kiss, and continued to call her
this six months of their married life;
and Little Blossom she was in truth,
with her golden hair and pink and
white complexion. They had taken
the usual wedding tour, had the al
lotted number Of parties given them,
and after the routine of receiving and
paying calls, had at last settled down
and were enjoying to the fullest ex-
tent the novelty of housekeeping.
Very lonely the mornings were to
Jennie without Shelby, her husband,
but swiftly the time few on to-day,
for she was yet preparing & dainty
dish for tea, one that she took great
pleasure in making, because she knew
it to be his favorite. Poor old Aunt
Charlotte could not tell whether she
stood on her heels or her head, she
was so worried because the mistress
sc0tdd come in the kitchen.
''Never mind, cook, dear, don't be
vexed. Tn only trying to pass away
the time until Shelby comes home
again, Ali" she exclaimed, as tn;
click Of the gate latch warned her @.
Shelbys approach; "there he is now.
'And something for you, too" hi
cried, holding aloft a letter. "3Iort
congratulations, I suppose" giving i
into the little white hand raised 81
eagerly for it.
81 am dying with curiosity to reat
it, but viii wait until you get com
fortably seated. so that you can hea
the news also," laughed Jennie, a
she drew the great easy chair forward
and ran her fingers lovingly through
the dark curls.
"Thero, my darling" said Shelby
"you arespoiing me already, as you
mother said you would"
"WelI, my husband, it does no
matter much when we love eac
other SO, replied Jennie. Then th
sweet blue eyes gaze thoughtful
down upon the still unopened lette1
What was the feeling that seemed t
creep through her whole being,
feeling Of dread at It's yet unknow
contents, an unreal, haunting feelir
as Of some coming sorrow? It was L,
husbands gay tones that aroused he
''Wen, little one" he said, ''why {
you sit and stare at that unofendis
nlissive as if you saw a ghost?"
''Notoing, dear, the soft voice 7
, piled. 81 was only peeping into tt
, future, and I thought when aft
years and years together, when I ha'
: perhaps grown old and haggard al
. gray, how pleasant It would
then TO have your hearts best love
I have it now. Promise me, my da
= ling, and the white hand was la
gently upon the broad shoulder
I the young man; promise me aga
that you viii not let that love die OIL
or I shall die too"
"Tut, tut! Little Blossom, do
grow sentimental; let's have. the CO
=, tents Of your letter" smiled Shell
''Oh. 1 had almost forgotten {
claimed Jennie, reading eager
d ''From Cousin Belle. She says S
4 will be with US next week. You KIN
I invited her to cur marriage, but 5
had previous engagement. !
8 agreeable surprise, is it not?"
< "Don't know" growled Shelby;
3 had great deal rather have my
tie wife to myself Il while longer;
sides, women visitors impose upo,
> fellow so. I know exactly how
III will be; cousin Belle wants SO 6
ro, so" 'Oh, Shelby can get it for h
a@ ia- Oh, yes, Shelby can get thre
needles, pins, chewing gum and
~ such trifes and trash. You see, j
- ME-" he continued, noticing
as- grieved look upon his wiIs's face,
ate know all about them, because mot
.ad had her house fell from Christi
until Christmas again. and they L
t, to trot the breath out of me. Bnt
his you, Jennie, 1 don't mean you,
efs esH cause I have never grown tired "
ing upon you, and never expect
- my Blossom"
ves But all this time that unfortuE
as letter had been lying in little Jenl
ace folded hands, and the panied
ne, called there by Shelby Is remarks
1eF' fading rom the sweet Face.