The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1883-05-24
SiIYerdOcks

A dilapidated man, down at the heel
and out at the elbow, stood in the Cen-
trail Depot the other day with a shabby
sachel which seemed to have very little
in it, and inquired of another man if he
knew where a Mrs. Silverdock lived.
"Of course I do said the man APP
pealed to; "there amt but one woman
of that name in this city and | tell you
She a clipper!'
Mo- shO now; is she tho?'' exclaimed
the stranger, delightedly, clasping the
other man hand warmly, els she right
gOOd-looking yet, with a n'eye like a
hen-hawk, and kind of all sort of peart
with her tongue?"
"You can bet, " answered the inform
ant, "and win every time; the widow
Silverdock-''
"Hello! Widder, did you say, stran-
ger?"
Il did; that's what she is''
'Sho, now! Whar's her husbandP'
She amt got any. did hear there
was once poor, miserable, low
down
.Say-iest hold on! You've been
misint0ld; unfortinit is the word; but
he's all right nOw--he's amended his
ways, hez got religion, an is goin' tew
live a different life. Stranger, shake;
I'm Silverdockr'
He stretched his wizened neck up and
stood on the toes of his rusty boots,
while the man who had been talking to
him stared and looked incredulous.
You Silverdock! You look more like
Yellow-dock, you do! Oh, my! won't
the widow be glad to see you, thought
Il rayther think she will. Wimmen
are lonesome critters allus wantin'
some'un to purtect them an sit up with
them in a thunder shower. an l reckon
Priscillv will be glad to hev her ole man
at hum agin. | can feel in my bones
thet she's Jest been yearnin, for me. Is
she purity well fixed, did you say?'
Il should think she was" said the
other. Her folks gave her some mon
ey as soon as she got rid of mean
they helped her out and she's taken
boarders for long spell, but she's re-
tired now, living on her interest by her
self
"Grashus! Well, I alIus was lucky
an its better to be born lucky than
rich. Say, stranger, jes come along an
see me and Priscilly meet-itl II do your
heart good; the store that woman set by
me was amazin'.
whats kept YOU away from her all
these years" asked the Detroiter short
lv, as he led the way to the snug cot
tage of the widow.
Circumstances" answered Mr.. Sill
verdock, circumstances over which /
had no control-an' that's Priscilly's
house? Why, she must be ra' al fore
handed to hev saved up like that, an /
swow to grashus there's Priscilly.H
1t was; the widow was sweeping off
the front steps and stopped to give
'gOod-day" to the Detroiter, looking
with some disfavOr on the man who ac-
companied him.
IS She don't know me" he whispered,
Dudging the other with his elbow;
lain it richl A-hem-hem. Priscilly."
The widow started, stared moment,
and her fine nose went up to an acute
angle.
"Take that tramp away she said,
sharply, u don't allow no loafers
around these premises. Haul him off,
or II call Lion, and he'll chaw him up
into everlasting fragments in two sec
onds. Git, there now, right lively"
"Priscilly," said the returned prodi-
gal, in a mournful whine, - don't you
know me?'
I'm bet / do" said the woman
stopping a moment to whistle for the
dog. 81 know every bone in yer mis-
erable, shiftless skin, an the next call
give II bring that dog and he II know
you after he gets through with you.
Times up and she gave another
whistle.
The Detroiter says he didn't wait to
see the stranger and Priscilly meet, but
be thought by what he heard as he fed
that the dog did. At any rate the wild
ow is a widow still Detroit Post and
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