The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1884-05-22
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.

NUN ANU 4AAFVA W. 4 II A4NNHs
"Oh Ia SUI mv!'
Grandma Horner leaned back i'm the
billOwy depths of her cushioned arm
chair, and claspcd her hands i'm despair
about her aching head.
1t was Saturday afternoon, and
Grandpa HOrner, who was deacon of
the church, hadn't Il respectable fine
shirt to his name, and tomorrow was
communion Sunday, too.
Grandma pridcd herself on having
ms shirt-bosOms smooth and immac-
ulatc, having in spite of her years and
ln1rmiueS, u regular genius for do
ing up fine shirts. But somehow.
grandpa stock of that article of wear
ing apparel had get sadly run down.
and grandma had decided on Friday
that she must put a new bosom in one
of his old shirts, and then do it up.
But, alas!
" Tho bcst-laid schemes of mice and-uomcn
Gang aft a-glCy,'
and grandma awokc that morning TO
the painful consciousness that her old
enemy, tic-douloureux- we call it
neuralgia, these days-had laid sicpe 10
her head and face. In vain she tried
the usual remedies (Which, i'm fact
never did help her much), and half
blind with pain she crawled about her
work, doing what had to be done that
grandpa couldn't do. That fine shirt
was her greatest trouble, and now, as
she sat down and yainlv tried to sew, it
was no wonder that She despairinglv
uttered the ejaculation we began with.
The door opened Just then, and
grandma's daughter came i'm, her only
daughter, married, and living not far
of. She kept an eye to the cid people 5
needs, and, in fact, grandma had been
lOOl1ing for her all day
Why, what's the matter, mother?''
she asked cheerily.
"Oh. In, Ann. it, my old tic-dulIer-
roo; I've been G en- almost crazy with il
all day. And the worst of it Is. you
poor pa hasn't fine shirt 20 his back,
and tO-morrcr is communion Sunday.
He's gone to preparatory lectcr now,
and had to wear a coarse shirt
charged him TO keep his coat buttoned
up. but l shouldn' be q grain surprised
II he KEEP il wide open all the time
know him"
"Never mind, mother" said Mrs.
Prime, Il can send him over one of hus.
bands; / made him so many on &C.
count of his going to the Legislature
last fall that he can spare one rs we'll a,
not. I'll pick out one that I think will
INT father, and send it over tonight. and
he may keep il and welcome. So let
me put this work away. and do some.
thing for your poor head And the
energetic Mrs. Prime bundled the sew.
ing work into the cupboard, did M hen
mothers head in hop-bags till sh,
looked like a living mummy, and made
herself generally useful about the house
getting things ready for Sunday.
NlghtlaIl sent her home to her owl
duties, but she did not sleep till she hat
sent, by trusty messenger, a fine shir
Tor her father TO wear the next dav
Grandma received il with a SIGH of sat
isfaction, and laid it in his shirt drawer
ready for the morrow.
Grandpa washed and shaved himsel
the next morning, and retired to tn,
bedroom to make his Sunday toilet. 4
little later he came out i'm fun dress. bu
without his usual placid expression.
Queer, he said, that Ann shoult
let Prime 60 to Legislator with secl
shirts as this. There isn't sign of ,
bosom i'm it,
You don't say So" and grandm,
tottercd up to inspect the article. SUR
enough, the cotton fabric of the shir
lay across grandpa's chest, with not .
bit of linen in sight. There was lust ,
narrow hem on each side OF the front
Eraced with button-holes and the mos
ordinary agate buttons
only this, and nothing more"
Now, Grandpa Horuer was far from
being flop, but ne had nevcrworn sucl
a shirt n that into the 'mcetin' u.s. be
fore, and communion sunday of al
days Ii seemed terribly irrevcrent {,
him.
There must be some mistake abou
it, said grandma. prime has better
shirts than that, / know"
"Of course he has" said grandpa
his Jealous annoyance getting the bette
of him. ''Ann thinks cause her hus
band got into the Legislator uothin' =
too good for htU TO wear, but any Oh,
shirt is good enough for her poor ole
father. HC ain of no account"
"Oh, no, that isn't SO, said grandma
This shirt is new and good, but. &C
cidcntally, she has somehow SEM on,
without a bosom.
Zone of Primes night-shirts, prob
ably muttcred grandpa. as he put OF
his meeting hat il is TO be hoped tha
the shirt episode did not spoil tn,
sanctuary services that dav for Grandp;
Horncr, but l fear that he felt an ever
present consciousness of his unsuitabl,
attire, for a stiff shirt bosom was to hin
an essential in church worship. A very
little thing bluuts the keen edge of en-
iovment cftcntimcS for us all.
Grandma was fccbly poking about tn,
house Monday morning, trying to max,
herself believe that she felt better. ant
had even got the unfinished shirt out o.
the cupboard TO see if she couldn't put
IN the bosom, fully determined to say
nothing to her daughter about the shir
She had sent over, lest it might seen
like Cooking gift horse in tn,
The door opened suddenly, and il
came Tabitha Green for a pint of milk
Tabitha was the village seamstress anC
1o,ysmonger all in one; in fact, some
III had dubbed her the "sewing-t ele
graph. r-,.;,ror, sbri.l,o5 cra,5
. IL Il thought il was so rainy
ma - would come in. and here's Tho
noDous IN st sizes and sevens, and Tn
nous rigbt III In nv dishabIes" This wa