The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1882-05-04
but New York's-no place for-her.

but New York's-no place for-her.
My boy -"
just here Marston's voice failed him;
he struggled, thrust one arm toward
chair near the bed, and took a small
bottle. ] took it from him, saw Bran
dy'' on the label, poured its entire con-
tents into a glass and helped him to
raise his head so as to drink it. As soon
as his head touched the pillow again, he
whispered:
Ny boyle is a noble fellow. What
viii become of him, God-God only
knows. His mother knows nothing
about bovs-and she cam seem to learn.
Would you watch him-a little, and save
him if yOu-can? He's worth al that
can be done for him.
/ did not know what / could do IL the
future; but looked into MarstOn's eyes
and then int 0 the boys, and put one
arm around the little fellow, and drew
him close to my side; his father
seemed to understand, and the look he
gave me was full payment in advance
for all have done or can do for the
child.
Mrs. Marston could not have heard
any of our conversation, for her hus-
band could barely whisper; besides, she
was deeply interested in whatever she
was reading. Marston put forth both
hands, taking one of mine, and laying
the other upon his boys head.
There was a moment of silence, in
which he looked earnestly at me and
pressed my hand very hard. Suddenly
he started, raised himself on one elbow,
and almost shouted:
"Flora!"
zone moment" replied his wife,
still reading, as the boy and | regained
! our feet AMI made room for her. Again
Marston exclaimed, extending an arm
as he did so:
"Florar'
Goodness! How impatient you
arer' replied the lady, crumpling her
newspaper in her hand and turning
toward the bed.
But her son sprang quickly in front of
his father, Marston's arm encircled him,
and the boy, with a quick embrace,
screamed:
"Papar'
Mrs. Marston had by this time reached
the bedside, saying, Jelly:
''Mr. MarstOn, allow me to suggest
Excuse me, madame" said /, but
| he cannot hear you. He is in another
world now"
Then Mrs. Marston broke into tears
and pitiful EXPLANATIONS, for although
her heart was very small, it was not
bad. For almost five minutes [ was
compelled to respect her; after that,
however, her lamentations were all for
herself, So after promising to arrange
the details of the funeral, and saying a
few words to the boy, with the hope
that he would understand that [ would
always try to be father to him, de-
parted.
A day or two after Mrs. Marston gave
me a sealed envelope, addressed to me,
that she found under her husbands pill
low.
1t contained a number of pawn-tickets
| and a note, written day or two before
Marston's death, asking me if l would
redeem the articles and save them for
| his son; they had been pawned for mon
ey that his wife wanted when he could
not take a penny out of his business
without running himself.
Among them 1 found a watch, an OPP.
| era-glass, two meerschaum pipes, some
club badges, a silver cup with an in
scription that showed it had been given
Marston when he was baby, hand
some copy of Shakespeare, a velvet
! dressing gown, a sword, that its owner
had worn during Gne war; a gOld-headeu
cane, and many small articles of jewel
ry, including the dead mans wedding
ring.
Mrs. Marston became resigned to the
will of Providence when l told her that
the good will and stock of the shop
/ would bring a thousand dollars. Her
mourning garments became her peculiar
/ style of beauty so well that she found
! great comfort in them, but soon put
/ them off at the solicitation Of dashing
young broker, who, hope, will marry
her, for she has fully as much heart as a
man of his kind will appreciate, and
will relieve him of any anxiety as to
what to do with his money. Her son
promises to become fine fellow, and
has a friend who will see that he never
repeats his father blunder of marrying
a girl merely for her beauty. john HAD
bertO9.