The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1886-02-19
ALL DOTTY'S DOINGS.
She Made ST. Valentines Day
Pleasant for Dab"

'T'H send her just the very homeliest
old one 1 can buy for a cent, sor' cried
Rab, her round cheeks afiame and her
black eyes misty with tears. 81 just
willl''
''Oh, now, don'tl' said Dotty's soft
little voice from the sofa.
why, Barbara said her mother,
from the doorway.
Bah hung her head, and her cheeks
grew redder still. She wasn't often
called Barbara just in that way.
II don't carer' she cried, her eyes
fairly running over now; 'she ought
to have one. She's so mean, mamma,
you don't know! She's never 'vited
me to her party, her valentine-birthday
one. mamma, after she said she was
going to, too! Oh dearr'
Perhaps she will yet, daughter"
said Mrs. Tyler gently; lit isn't too
late"
''But poor little Bah shook her head
mournfully.
'.She's 'vited all the rest two or three
days ago" said she; land it's going
to be tomorrow, you know. And
they're going to have chocolate ice
cream and make barley-candy their
own selves, cause Kathie Hatch. told
me so, and Jennie told her, and have
the splendidest time that ever was. o
mammal
Mamma stroked the bonny brown
hair lovingly and smiled, though
she was a little puzzled herself; because
Bah and Jennie had always been the
very best of friends.
Haven't you said or done some
thoughtless thing, dearP Think hard,
now
But Bah shook her head once more,
decidedly.
"I'm sure 1 haven't, said she, "just
as sure as can be, mamma, cause I've
tried and tried to think and 1 can't. o
mamma! can't send her the meanest
old valentine i can find, and let her get
it right 'mong 'em all. And hope
she'll know l sent it.
"That isn't the right way to feel,
dear" Mrs. Tyler said, sitting down
to rub Dotty's poor little sprained
ankle; ''and that wouldn't be the right
thing to do, either. guess we won't
say any more about it, now"
But Bah thought all the more. She
was so vexed and disappointed! and
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Hopkins was the very meanest girl
that ever lived and breathed. Dotty,
looking at her sister, saw her lips shut
up tight and a little frown grow be-
tween her eyes, and she knew just as
well as she wanted to, that Bah meant
to send the valentine after all.
And so she did. She went down
that very afternoon and bought one of
the dreadful green-and-red-and-ye
two-for-a-cent ones, with the prettiest
envelope she could find to send it in.
"That'll fool her, Bah thought, hur-
rying home again. She'll think it's
real nice till she opens it-'fore EN-
all. Won't it be fun"
But she was a little ashamed oft, all
the same. She only gave Dotty a
glimpse of it; but that was quite
enough.
''Oh, | lCouldn't send it, Barbie," she
said, her little white face looking
troubled. II wouldn't, now"
well. l shall, Bah declared, latter
I've been and bought it, and every
thing. And Jennie Hopkins is a tickle
jade, jus; the way it says, so! And if
you much as whisper a word to
mamma, Dotty Tyler, you'll be a tat
tle-tale, and that's bout as badr'
And of course Dotty wouldn't tell,
for anything IN the world. 1t wouldn't
be of any use to say another word,
either, she knew, because Bah had a
will of her own, as big brother Jack
said, and the more she shouldn't the
more she would. Did you ever see Just
such another little grip
But DOtty had a wise little head on
her shoulders.
After Bah had gone out, leaving her
valentine in a corner of the secretary,
she lay very still and thought it all
over; and when Jack came whistling
through the hall an hour later, she
called him in and had long talk At
its close she questioned, anxiously:
cit won't be wicked, or mean. will
il, JackP-if l can do it, you know
Because I know she'll be real sorry.
You don't b'lieve twill, do you, Jack?"
Somehow there was queer little stir
behind Jacks eyes and queer little
lump in his throat. He stOoDed and