The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1885-05-22

let women folks alone" And here
the postmaster turned in ut his own
gate, leaying old Ben at the mercy ol
the elements-and his wife's tongue.
Sadie Woodbury., as the reader
may have guessed, was The telegraph
Operator at the little railway station
mile from Victory village and at
the jurction Of the z. & @. and x.
Y. {, 2. rajiroads. Her father, who
had come Of an old Puritan family.
and had 'seen better DAYS, was
station agent at the Junction. and
combined the duties Of ticket, freight
and express agents, aud baggage
master lie was look cd up 10 in the
little town as being, somehow, supe-
rior to the majority Of the inhabitants,
and still occupied the once stately
mansion Of his foTefathers. By dint
Of supreme econ9my on his part, ana
that of his excellent wife, Sadie had
been sent TO Nassar at eighteen. But
after years study at that Institution,
Mr.. Woodbury. had met with sudden
losses that made it impossible to meet
the expenses Of a further attendance
there, and Sadie, not without many
secret tears, settled quietly down in
Io=. no tive bo,oIo
She was Of an active nature, how
ever, and soon cast about her for
something to fill up her time and
keep her from stagnation. She
found it in her fathers office; and
was soon master Of the art Of talking
by wire. More tEan that, in few
months she had established rcpu-
tation for being the best operator on
that line. Tie work Was fascinating
and the girl was happy at being able
to relieve her father Of some Of his nu-
meroas duties.
The depot was one Of those wealth
er-beaten structures so common to the
country, and stood on an emineace a
mile from the little village nesded
coziIy between the granite hills.
Below it there was a deep "cuts'
for the railroad, and through that the
winds always whistled with tho drea1.
mess Of winter. And on this particu-
liar night as 1he elements howlcd with
q demoniac fury, The framed building
shock in the Tempest as never before,
while it, stout ola timjers crcakel in
the gale like ship in a storm at sea.
Onco inside the battered old door,
however, tAe prospect was cherry
enough. The glowing stove sene forth
grateful warmth and the waiting
room was well lighted by kerosene
lamps, which were plenty, clean and
neatly trimmed-a state Of things
quite remarkable in acountry station.
In the little corner which was fin
lsho3 off as an "oGics" a few pIacts
bIoomed ii .he window which was a
double Gre, and laughed their def
ance to the storm outside. \ canary
IN a bright cage had just nestled LIS
head under his wing, after day Of
song end a book or two, as vel as a
bit cf fancy work on the desk by the
window, spoke Of an occupant who
could create a summer atmosphere
about her in spite Of winter. And
there. at 4 high desk, for she also
kept the small set Of books required
for The bGsincss at the Junction, sat
the gill herself
OF medium height, She was the pos
sessor Of a firm, we'll rounded figure.
Her finely shaped bead, which sat or
the plump shoulders with a p quaint
grace Of its own was crowned with
an abundance ofrich dark hair. Turn
Ing from the desk, she revealed a face
Of more than ordinary interest. A
caint color showed through The clear
complexion in her cheeks. Her full
brown eyes ana small, mobile mouth
ought to make any gIrl more than
ordinarlaily pretty; but the dimp,es
which were continually playing about
her lips, and tho bright, intelligent,
happy expression Of The whole face
madG Sadie Woodbury. more than
that
"Tm glad it storms, she SAID to
herself, for there was no one else
near, = always like a storm, and
now there is no danger of EDS com.
/ ing fer me. wish hadn't proinis-
ell him ii go to that surprise~parly.
and l wisa, too, he'd stop coming iol
+ me. Tn tird to death or hlm and
/ his nonsense. he can't. talk Of any.
thing Jut horses and the crops, any
how. lie may be a great catch
with his money AMI his good looks
T but a few brains would be more be.