The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1884-03-13


anyhow, I'd like to know? Never saw
such young ones! 1t isn't me they
take after. -
Here Jerry gave unmistakable indi-
cations of the locality of the alleged
sickness, by saying:
"Me summit, papa, me summit. Boo
hoo-o-o-Oi"
Jeremiah Mollify, didn't you know
any better than 10 eat that stuff? Well,
this is a mes. No wonder you're sick!
That washing won't get out in a hurry,
I'm thinking, with you to attend to-"
Papa tossi Don't, papa, be toss to
Jerry. Jerry sit.
And the papa loYe1 his little boy too
well TO hold out long in the face of gen
uine distress.
But the sick one had to be cOddled
and comforted and put to sleep, and ali
the time the sun was mounting higher
in the heavens; and the clothes lay soak
ing in the tubs. The ctild's troubles
forgotten in slUmber, Jonathan plunged
into the work of the day in good earnest.
1t was not long, however, before another
interruption came, in the shape of a
dripping boy OF six or seven, also the
pOssessOr of a strong pair of lungs, which
he was using actively.
9 Now what in creations the
matter with you?" demanded the
| irate father. '.Where We you been
to get so wet? Speak this
minute, Jonathan How came you out
/ of school ?''
"I-I-went Il down to the fish pond,
long the other boys, t recess, an'--an'
Jake Huds N, he p pushed me in. :"
"Well, Jake Hudson-had better mind
1 his own business, or L III give him some
| thing some day that be won like. And
you can just keep away from that fish
| pond after this. If | ever hear of your
! going there again, I'll see about it,!
4 Now I've got to stop and hunt up dry
clothes for you, or else you'll be down
with sore throat or something, and then
! I'll never hear the last of it. Stop your
bawliug,a and come along into the
house" ~ -l.------7 ~ 49,
Jonathan jun or, attended to, the ad-
van ing hand of the clock warned Mr.
Mollify that the dinner-hour was at
hand, and no preparations had been
made for the meal.
Twelve o'clock, sharp, Maria said, -
he groa ned; land she Il sbe here. su c
as late. Seems to me l hear the rat
1 thing of the wagon now, and there a n t
any kindlin' chopped, nor nothing ready.
Dear, dear, L m in for it. -
y
reader, but it was not to Jonathan Mol
| fy. it in his vocabulary, was
| fraught with meaning, and that mean
ing was indissolubly connected with the
loTdly Maria's tongue. Alive to the
exigencies of the case, he trotted
around, endeavOring to make a good
show of his morning. work for well he
knew it would undergo inspection from
Argus eyes --stringmg part of the
clothes conspicuOusly upon the line,
scrabbling together and out of sight
some of the rubbish that lay in CON
fusion about the Kitchen floor; and. the
perspiratiOn trickling down his face,
was frantically chOpping kindling when
Maria MOllify drove briskly into the
yard. An ominOus look settled upon
her cOuntenance as she espied the fur
ried Jonathan, and conjectured that her
orders had not been faithfully executed.
HitchiDg the horse, and striding iudic-
tally into the kitchen, she surveyed
the situation, and her displeasure found
prompt utterance.
/ 'What! no dinner ready. and the fire
not even built! Jonathan Mollify, you
lazy. good-for-nothing man, what have
you been doing all the fOrenoOnP Not
more n half the wash out, either. - go
ing to the door. and giving. a contempt
uous sniff at the clOthes-line. ''Well,
if this isn't enough to provoke a-saInt.
Here I've been hard at work ever since
n l opened my eyes this morning. and
now l can't get bite of anything tC
eat do believe I-shall faint away
She sank into chair with an air oil
profound exhaustion and pitiful martyr
dom. jonathan grabbed the vinegar
bottle and thrust 1t under her nostrils
SO vehemently that she recoiled with in
dignation.
'.Don't faint, Maria, mercy on us
don't faint! I'll have dinner ready in
five minutes. 1t s been a dreadful un.
lucky day, Maria, and L could n t do nc
better; | could Mt, positively"
What on earth was the matter with
Maria's nose? 1t never used to loon
opt Ike that. Why, it was frightful
Was it going to keep on developing il
like ratio in years to come? Jonathan
shrank from the contemplation of sucl
a possibility.
HIS conc liating tone did not produce
the DIES red effect. Overcoming he
momentary weakness, Maria rose il
wrath unappeasable.
, Don't you stand gawkin' at me an
other minute, Jonathan Mollfy. / w
had TO bear enough to-day at the con
Hard as l We worked, and as mucl
, money rs l We spent in the cause, if {
amt madden:ng to have another wn
mana mere stranger, and Of no 40
, count at all, except for her pretty fac
, and load of jewelry--put above me
! and made President of the Day, l I
: like to know what is? 1t s the frs
time since the society was organized
: that anybody 5 got ahead of me Xix
, that, and just won't stand it. Do yOl
: hustle round and make that fire, or [ y
/ know the reason why"
What was the reason that Jonathan
, could not bulge?
''Do you hear me? Get up and MAX
the fire. 1t S late"
A sudden and astounding spirit o
bravery pervaded the down -troddel
/, man. He felt Ike a lion. He WASH
going to stand any more of Maria
/ hen ccking no, not ono atom more
: Not oven though she had the audacit
I to shake him, and yell in his ear tn
! same old refrain: Get up, Jonathan
[ get up and make the fire."
q -sIll be eussed If / viii" he roared
! "Tll never touch that blamed old stow,
/. again as long as live I've stood thi
sort Of thing long enough. If you wan
: q fire, build it yourself. F"
/ ''Oh, dear, dear, / never though
: you'd speak so to me Johnny" grieve,
5 plaintive voice.
/ ''You can johnny me as much a.
3 YOU like, but you cant pull the woo
: over my eyes that way. / tell YOU
5 won't do it, Build it yourself"
: There, now, it's true, what Sara
5 Snifkins told me, that was a fool {
r get married, for my husband woub