The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1881-04-14
WASHING ALOvER.
A rainy day in the countryl

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trinkled down the rain drops upon the
leaves Of the syringas and lilac bushes
and Lucy Darl, sitting at the window,
her round chin resting in her hands,
and her eyes fixed dreamily on the
woods, half hidden in vapory mists
began to feel the least bit in the world
bored.
An open letter lay in her lap-a
letter to which she referred every now
and then, with pretty, halfpuzzled
contraction of her brows.
"W.gsh and wear!" she repeated to
hers If. II wonder what Aunt Ju
dith means? She hopes that which
ever of my suitors may select may
wash and wear. Upon my word that
is likening the lords of creation to q
pattern of calico, or gingham sun
bonnetI"
And Lucy laughed little-a very
becoming process, which brought out
the dinlples around her cherry lips,
and the dewy sparkles under her long
auburn lashes.
'I'm sure they are born models Of
amia bility and good temper" said she
to herself "that is as far as 1 know.
And then all of sudden it occurred
to her how little woman could really
know of the actual bona fide habits
ana character of q man until she Is
married to him, past ali escape.
"Ah, if one dould peep behind the
scenes" said Lucy eff one could
only put her lover on trial for month
as Aunt Judith takes a servant girl
and discharges her if she don't give
satisfaction! And then the wash and
wear question, which gives Aunt
Judith SO much tribulation, could be
easily settled. Heigh-ho! I believe
1 shall have to draw lots which shall
marry, Eugene Folliett or George
Haven. But there's DO use wrinkling
up my forehead about it now; time
viii decide. In the meantime 1 shall
be hopeless'y wearied if 1 sit here
staring at the rain. I'll put on my
things and run over to Nell Folliett's.
Eugene must have started for the city
long ago."
It was a pretty, shaded road. deli
cious in the freshness of morning, but
rather drippy and dragly just at pres
ent, that led to the old Follictt man
sian-a sturdy erection of gray stone
with half dozen honey locusts keep
ing guard over it like band of senti
nels.
Lucy DarI, a privileged visitor, die
not ring at the front door bell, but
slipped quietly ia at the back door
and ran up to Miss Folliett's room.
cat home, Nell2" she cried, tapping
softly on the panels of the door
"Of course I'm at home" said Nell
brightly, opening it. "You dear little
rosebud, you've come just in time t.
help me about the pattern for my new
pOlonaise. Isn't it a wretched day2"
And the two girls were presently
deep in the mysteries of bias folds
knife plating and side cores, until
suddenly surly masculine voice dOwr
the hall cried:
"Where's my breakfast, sayP
want my breakfast! Confound al yo'
women folks, why don't you bring MI
my breakfast Am I to starvt t,
deathg NelIl Motheri Come, wid
awake, therel Bring my slippers
Fetch the newspapers, somebody
And look sharp, do you hear?"
And the door was shut again viii
considerable emphasis.
Nell looked at Lucy with crimson
ing brow. Lucy opened wide her in
quiring eyes.
''Its Eugene" said Nell. in rathe
an embarrassed manner. He wa
out late last night, and oversight him.
self this morning"
"Oh" said Lucy, beginning to b.
conscious that flaw existed in Thu
patent masculine diamOnd-that thi
pattern Of goods washed but indifeg
emily.
At this moment footsteps hurrie,
by. It was the patient and much en-
during Mrs. Folliett, bringing up th
tray of toast and tea.
II wouldn't wait on a nan so, ;" sal
Lucy Indignantly.
Presently poor Mrs. Folliett n
/. turned with the tray scarcely touched
and stopped in NelPs room to reliev
her mind.
''He won't touch a mouthful, b.
cause it isn't smoking hot" said sh
with sigh. ''He's crosser than on
!. would think possible, and
But she checked herself abruptly 1
4 the SIGHT of Miss DarI