The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1884-10-02

deep burrows in his cheeks.
On the Monday Jacob passed her 81
usual on his homeward route, and with
his old patronizing bow, and with I
steadier stare at her, too, as il no long
er afraid to face her. But Polly looked
the other way and would not see him
-felI into the habit of hiding from him
| even and on the following Saturday
would also have eluded him, had he not
come up the reverse way of the street.
and taken her unawares by a flank
| movement
Let me have good bunch to-day
two-penny BUNCH" he said, in quite &
bpsiness-like manner.
Folly Baxter was surprised: but she
| gave him the flowers he required. and
ne dropped the money into her basket.
''But You don't want them now; do
your she murmured.
es, of course ! do. That was q
good thought of yours, child, last week.
And | took the flowers to her.
''Oh! 1 see!" calculated Polly.
'And shall do SO every week, max
ing believe, as you say, that she's wait
ing for them. It's not bad thought at
all, he muttered. ''She was so fond
of flowers. .
How old was sheP" asked Polly.
About your age, should say"
"And ailing always. was she?''
''FOr the last three or four wears. yes
Good dav -
And then Jacob hurried away. and
this time she did not attempt to follow
him.
1t was from this time that Jacob con-
trlved to be as regular a customer to
Polly Baxter as he had ever been; and
had any one had the curiosity to fol-
low the movements of the old man. he
or she would have seen him every
Sunday, in fair weather or foul, plod-
ding on to footing Cemetery to lay his
little offering on the grave OF the
daughter who had been always fond
OF flowers. When the winter time
came on, and flowers grew very scarce
and dear, and Polly was compelled to
raise her prices, the old man looked
very pale and pinchcd with cold, and
did not move along with his custom
airy alacrity; on the contrary, limDed
painfully at times with the rheumatism
which had seized him.
One very cold Saturday she said to
him, suddenly:
y on amt well?''
ell, not quite as we'll as I might |
be, perhaps" he answered, cautiously. |
Il don mind your paying for these |
some other time, you know" she |
added, hurriedly, .'if'-
If whatP" he asked, as she came to
1 full stop.
9 II you're hard up. 1t won't make
nucn difference to me; and she MIGHT
Mss EN-, too"
''Thankee," he said, gently, and he
ooked very hard at her from under his
angied, wiry eyebrows. That's a
and thought, child. What did you say
our name wasp
Il didn't say" she answered, sur
'rlsed in her turn, g it's Polly Baxter -
Living where, now?''
''St James Row." she answered.
AT the back there. But whyP"
Good day"
That was the last time shat Polly
iaxter met Jacob CattIey in the London
treets; for Jacob disappeared again,
nd Lombard street and the flower girl
n Ludgate Hill missed him altogether.
lie must be dead this time, poor old
hapH' thought Polly.
But Polly was again deceived. One
forming a short, red-faced woman.
18th market basket on her arm and a
ey IN her hand, looked hard at her
nd stopped.
SIS your name Baxter?''
Yes"
polly Baxter?''
''1es; that's it.
YOU'RE wanted in George street,
ravel Lane, No. 20. NV I0doer. the
d man who used to buy flowers of
ou. wants to see you precious bad"
HE amt dead, then!' cried Polly.
Well, am glad"
Don't see what you've got to be
ad about, said the woman, sharply. !
But no; he amt dead yet; he's going, :
"Oh! Is he? Oh! I hope he ain'tr' :
Can you find your wayP''
Yes Trust me for that"
Polly Baxter trudged away at once =
George street, and to No. 20, where :
the top floor she found poor Jacob )
lttley, very much down in the world, :
q with very little life left in him. =
le rheumatics had got an iron grip of =
m at last and fever had followed, anil | =
IS was very nearly the last of him, as =
Q redtaced woman had prophesied. I
AS Polly entered the room he quite =
llled at her, as at an old friend. Il
Polly" he said, speaking with great !"
an old offer to me. ~
Whats that, sir?'' &
IL want you to open a credit account u
tn me-" ~
"A whatg' cried Polly. u u
1t term we have in Lombard =.
eel" he explained. TO trust me. | a.
AN, for little while for few flow =; -
To be suren' cried Polly. p
L II pay you soon; and [ want You \,
40 more than that-much more.' -,
'Oly waited and wondered till he a.,
* time to recover his breath; then =.
added: III
L want you on Sunday afternoon to -,
e them to her and lay them on her W. W.
We Do you mind very much?'' AZ
Not at all, p" said Polly. I'm 90 th 9
ry Sunday directly after chapel, if W.
| IL tell ne how to lind it.'' w.
oh! you go to chapel, then?" FL
Yes, sir; reg lar. ," ~
Good girl! Keep that up." a
No fear, sir. - 80
And come and tell me regularly s sG
1t they tell uOw there; viii YOU. o o,r
d? 1 should like to know" oe
10 be sure 1 will, sir p
When you come back from her" e.
hen he gave his directions. which 90
y Baxter carried out faithfully. I'M of
-he end came. and Jacob CattIev "b,
buried with his daughter. 90, rllC
fter his death, Polly Baxter went mr.,
llarly to the cemetery just the same liz
laid her little bunch of flowers ON ~
grave of him who had said kind nc
DIS to her in life. This was the end -
him, and Of the story, she thought, 20,
one day, week or two afterward. in
, bor o,iI onII an III SlacA called pee
! 81 - "oN 's Iet many 4ues- fro
th o., 49, olItoct,y sure that she she
er vender, before he surprised her NJ, ~
his news. III u u
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