The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1888-01-27

tiful plush perfume case. with two bot |
ties of Lubin's best. ''fifty cents fur
thet; what do you say to tibet, Nils
sy?"
You know | don't set much store
by centin stuff, Josier, replied Melis-
sa, determined not TO express any
pleasure in her husbands rebellious
dOings, but CLEAN of pleasure she
could not suppress shone in her eyes,
as she looked at the dainty thing.
But what is in the box. fatherP"
said Jennie, tugging at the cover.
Tibet? wall ! expect mother'H be
disappointed, " said the father as, hatchet
in hand, he dexterously lifted the COW
er, ''but this ere's box of stoYepipe
shelves"
You kin 90 inter the hardware
business now said Melissa with calm
sarcasm.
''Wall we kin give some on EN- away
to the nebbers, an ! reckin Hardy'll
gev me ez much fer the remainder ez /
gev fer them. replied Josiah. sereneIy.
II consider this ez the only poor bar
gain ez I've made, and unrolling an
other parcel, he disclosed an old gray
stocking. 4 thought ct fust I'd throw
ct away, but thinks ], 'M'hssy's tibet
thrifty, she'H find some use fort, eff it's
only for a mop-rag, an so l brought
ct hum; theirs ball o. yarn en- the
toe, prOb'ly fur mendin."
"Jes about's l expected" said Me-
lissa. her nose going up with alarming
rapidity, "a hardware shop an mop
rag!'
"Now, mother" said Jennie, puck
ering up her rosy lips into rosebud
form, and closing the mothers thin
ones with n resounding smack, ''who
knows but that the fairies have sent
the old stocking to us for good luck,
at any rate I'll keep it just for the fun
of the thing. The idea of sending out
such a queer thing in an express pack
ageT'
Most likely some buddy'd gone
away from hum an left it by mistake,
an ct waz sent on arterward. - said
Josiah, and the real oddity of the af-
fair even brought a smile to Melissa's
reluctant face, for. to tell the truth,
she was not given to rash smiling.
wall darter take ct, an hang it up
over your chamber door, an mebbe
it'll be ez good ez boss shoe" he
continued, as he placed the hOmely ar
ticle in her hand, and she laughingly
ran away to do his bidding.
"Whatever shell we do, darter?" said
Melissa Bartlett, six months later,
wringing her hands in distress, 1.-THE
money your pa was calkerlatin' on
ter pay tibet mortgage hez gone to the
winds in thet bank failure, an old
Hobson hez sent word thet he shell fore
close"
The skin-nintn said Jennie, indig-
nantly, latter all the years of hard
work father has put on this farm, to
take it from him in his old age"
Yes child" replied Melissa, IAN /
told yer pa twas jest ez l spected, with
his improvident ways, an easy calker-
| latin
''Oh mother" interrupted Jennie.
| in a grieved tone, ''how could you?
Poor father! Isn't there amy thing that
can be done? 1 can give up going to
school as expected to-"
you'll hev ter any way" inter-
! lected Melissa.
''But that will not bring in ready
money" unused Jennie, in panied per
plexity. A bright thought struck her:
II will go to Mr.. Hobson myself. and
beg of him to give Us time" said she,
eagerly, with the enthusiastic conf
dence of youth
''Well, mebbe you'd BETTER 'assented
the mother, catching little Of hel
daughters hopeful spirit.
"Twould he pretty hap]-i.eArted
man thet could refuse her" she solil-
oquized, as, an hour later, Jennie APP
peared, clad in most becoming suit
her eyes sparkling and cheeks glowing
with excitement. as she started out OF
her errand of love.
"Wish me good luck. mother" she
cried, as Melissa stood in the doorway
to see her of, and Is Dobbin broke int
his accustomed iog-trot, Melissa, will
a sudden impulse, for she was no be
lever in signs. snatched off her slippc
and flung it after the carriage, bu
alasl it fell far short, and stuck IN tn,
half-frozen mud.
"Shc's goin' on FOOLS arrant ef tn,
sign comes true, muttered Melissa ~
she went slowly into the house, and, il
spite of her faithiessness. the omel
haunted her. and the afternoon dragged
slowly along with forebodings an,
tears.
Lawyer Hobson sat in his dingy offic
that autumn afternoon, meditatin;
upon his favoritc subject. money-gct
ting in its various branches, and hi
thoughts were evidently pleasant ones
for he rubbed his hands complacentl,
together and smiled, steely smile, "a
he remarked to himself: That a goo,
move; there isn't better farm in tn
county than old Bartlett's, and it's
, thousand dollars clean profit at tn,
least and he looked into q small
mirror which hung on the wall befor
him, and in which his portly figure AM
face was reflected, with ehuckle o
, delight
) He was not handsome man; sucl
clear cut lines of avarice and sordi
meanness do not keep company wit
i, beauty, hut he was a rich man, and ON
i intensely satisfied with himself; wild
: over also, the late Mrs HobsOn havin
departed this life year previous.
1t was whispered that if the famil
I purse strings had been made of NOR
: pliablc materials, and the poor woma
= had been supplied with those thing
, necessary for her state of health, sh
!. might have been living still; but be tina
, as it may. the poor little crushed sou
slipped out of the body into a worl
, / where bonds and mortgages are an
known. leaving IL. Hobson, Esq, L
: wonder with indignant surprise VIII
4 death should be 50 unnecessarily es