The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1888-02-17
MOTHER AND WIFE.
Perfection to Which They Are Blended In
the AngIo-Indian Woman.

Perfection to Which They Are Blended In
the AngIo-I Indian Woman.
To the dancing. flirting, pleasure
loving portion of the male sex the
Anglo-Indian mother will always be
disappointment She will never have
her card filled at least n week before
the ball comes of, for the good reason
that she never goes to balls. She viii
never stand in draughty verandas with
what she calls a wrap across her fair
shoulders. and talk inane nothings to
her partner, while far into the night
the weary band plays galops and
waltzes that grow more and more out
of tune. She will never keep her hus-
band waiting long, weary hours, while
she ruins her health by turning day
into night by the frequent dances she
attends No man will ever pay her
compliments, though every one can see
she is pretty enough to receive them.
To ball-loving under-secretaries, unex-
ceptionable aides-de-eamp, spurTed cav
airy officers and gallant antediluvians
in the shape of well-nigh retired Col
onels, she will always prove disap-
pOintment and an aggravation. A star
shining on them at an unapproachable
/ distance scent of mountain flowers
/ that rests on them for a moment-an
unattainable good that under no cir
cumstances, could ever have been
theirs, because they are aware that she
and her thoughts and simple aspira-
tons are above and beyond them.
How often have I seen her going
/ about with her big little family, sur
rounded by natives of different castles
] and kinds. She greets ME with pleas
/ ant smile on her face; she stops mo-
ment and seems to ask me just the
right question and say Just the right
thing; and when, having said goodbye,
1 pause and look back on her and her
/ train of children and followers, hope,
when at last make up my mind to for
| sake my bachelorhood, l may be blessed
enough to find such wife as she. You
/ know that neither you nor I nor any
/ other man considers her husband at all
worthy of her-that, from our point of
| view, could scarcely be-but he is a
| good fellow enough, and that is the
best we. in our generosity, can say of
him. She considers him a thousand
times better than herself. She treats
him as such a woman would treat n
man she loves, though, of course, none
of US men can understand for a single
moment how she can love him.
She is an excellent housekeeper, not
| disdaining the lower portion of her
woman's work. She is generous and
gentle with her servants and her table
Is always good. But it is as a mother
that she shines the most. Her chill
dren are like her and she is like them.
They obey her because they love her,
and herreproof is greater punishment
to them than any blow would be. She
has never left them to servants. They
have lived their Indian lives with her
as their companion, and boys and girls
alike have got the impression of her
true woman's mind. She has taught
them their first lessons and under her
they are in different and interesting
stages of Mayors spelling book, from
"Ba, Bi, b." to words of alarming
length and hopeless pronunciation.
In the family she is perfectly happy.
Talk of balls, big dinners. picnics and
luncheon parties she has other attrac-
tons and she does not need these to
help her to pass her life. Look at her
now in her happy family circle; see
the peaceful, untroubled smile in her
sweet eyes; and as you look, remem-
Der that she will never be so happy
again. Chan1be rs Journal.