The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1884-10-09

lOOSened my bonnet, Wnlcn the breeze
Bew far behind us. A shower of hair
pins fell into my lap. followed by
abundant hair. 1 wound it closely
about me, fearing it might annoy
Charles or be caught in the whizzing
wheels, it was SO long.
Faster and faster we went, but
fortunately there was a clear road be
fore us. | almost went over the dasher
Charles had to brace himself with all
his night when the horse abandoned
his wild run and walked deliberately
into a pool of water at the roadside,
where horses were in the habit of DIR nix
ing. Anything more delicious than
that stop! The horse drank long. and
seemed to EN- .oy tae draught, but his
pleasure was as nothing when com-
pared to the happiness of the two
breathless people who had been driving
behind him. We told each other our
thoughts and emotions, and were prop
erly serious and grateful fot our preser-
walton.
'Levity seems out of place after such
peril, but truly, dear, YOU do present
rather funny appearance. My nus
band looked more cheerful than at any
time during the drive.
Anything wrong excepting my
harp | asked. sadly.
RATHER your bonnet is missing;
your gay gown is very dusty, and
Pardon me, but really you do not look
Ike my idea of a minister's vie. But,
perhaps, when you"
"Oh, Charles. / am so sorry, for /
wanted to look very old and very seri-
Gus. ! had a particular reaso0." /
looked in the pool in viii h the carriage
was standing, and saw just what fail
ure / had made, for p ainly, as in q
mirror, l saw myself, and fantastic
enough 1 looked in my pink gown and
disordcred yellow hair. ''Oh dear, I'm
sorry we ever starte L.!
''But YOU must be glad os one thing -
that the horse felt thirsty and stOpp d. "
Charles took advantage of the rest to
dust himself, put on his gloves, and
make his companion look as respect
able as nc could, with a handkerchief
for her on'y bonnet ''NYhat do you
say, now, TO going on and stopping Just
before we reach the parsonage to ar
range your hair?'
perhaps, if we can go more slowly,
dear"
Il shall be satisfied with less rapid
pace Now, DeacOn-for so | believe
you are inapprOpriately called-slowly
is the word. Charles picked up the
re ms gingerly. The horse turned and
looked ful in our faces, as much as to
say: Is il possible YOU two are not salts
fed yet? l felt that it was tempting
fate to ask him to move until he made
the suggestion. The only drawback to
the en- ,Oyment of the next two hours
drive through the pine woods, with the
waving ferns and bright lady-slippers,
q n, s Al
horse seemed exhausted. l never OK
claimed of the stiffness and beauty of
our,surroundings that he did not breathe
heavily, as though to chide me for my
forgetfulness of his WEAKNESS. l hest
tated to speak, so we'll he seemed to
understand my speech, and by his be-
havior to show his comprehension.
When we reached the sign board: One
Mile to HaytOwn, l pointed it out to
Charles iOyful!y. In spite of my deter
nina ion, though, the horse saw It. He
walked in his most sedate manner lust
one mile, and when we were in Hay
town and observed by all Mr.. May
berry's congre cation, he resumed his
original rate of speed. Again returned
our uneaslnesS and modification.
My hair again blew streaming be-
hind me. The sound of our lying
brought every one to the windows, ard
people in the streets looked disapprOv-
in9ly after us, as though we had adopted
such speed from choice and not from
necessity.
How shall we know the house?'' /
asked, after we had dashed through a
series o. well-settled streets.
Look out for my hat"' my husband
answered, irrelevantly, and caught it
f...F. - & 4 Al 4
A larger group of people than any
we had ever seen was standing before
what looked like Il hotel. All eyes
were turned in our direction rs we
emerged from the cloud of dust far
down the road. The horse was going
faster than his fastest up to that time,
and we seemed in a fair way to be out
of the sound of the merr.mcnt our aD-
pearan caused, when aga II the horse
astOnished us by turning into the hotel
yard, and stopping StOck-still, his nose
sunk in the stone watering trough.
Evidently that horse had made it n rule
of his life never to pass by a chance to
get a drink. His eyes were keener than
ours, and both our breathing spaces
would have been lost had il depended
on us 10 spy out the drinking fountains.
1t was wonderful, too, what power wa
ter-drink NC gave that beast! The sec
Ond stop was not so delicious as the
stop where the alder-bushes were our
only observers. To make ones toilette
and dust ones husbands face and
clothes within the sight of II do en-
loungers was not pleasant. Had they
been content to watch us silently it
would have been bad enough, but they
evidently were much amused by our
sudden appearance, and made audible
jokes at our expense. One old man
looked up from his whiting to remark
that we had been in considerable of a
hurry, and to ask if we had not all the
time there was going.
'Ain't 1 seen that boss on the track
somewheres?" n hOrse-jQckey asked,
eying our steaming beast approvingly.
II am happy to say do not own this
animal. l am driving him for the first
time,' my husband answered, with a
show of dignity.
Then arose in the crowd lively dis
cussion as to whether some peculiarly
in the horse was or was not n quar- er
crack, and my husband was appealed to
by one side and the other. He had
never owned a cent in any horse, and
knew absolutely nothing of horse lore.
He tod them this, and then, with much
dignity, inquired the shortest way to
the parsonage,
Hal thought as much. There,
can't tell 'em fur as can see?" The
speaker looked very knowing, and 4
general litter followed his remark.
"Of course every one could tell with
half an eye he wanted the parsOp, espe
cially as he's Just owned up so honest
like. Come, some one, for mercy 5
sake, tell the young Teller how he can
git there. The whiting old man tried
to quiet the loud bilarity.
young Teller. " indeed That was OF
account of the vulgar-lOOking vehicle
M TOh bsou bad LOT IN his ov,io d L., m; .,