The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1888-12-14
Inc bows were quite Wild All the fol-

The boys were quite wild all the fol-
lowing day How they did work.
Over the doorway within the porch
there grew under their swift fingers a
great green arch with Mamma Vance's
initials in chrysanthe1hums on it. The
roses and sweet alyssum went into
vases for the tea-table, the library and
mammals bedroom.
what knack you have, Fritz"
Mrs. Beman said, in surprise, for the
flowers were beautifully arranged,
and Fritz, his black eyes shining, was
putting his very soul into his loving
fnger-tips. He had emptied his small
bank to buy, for the returning mother,
two of the lOveliest winter roses the
florists dollhouse held. These, their
pots decked in green, occupied places
of honor beside the great cake on the
tea-table, and the Bon Silene bore
amid its graceful leaves card on
which in Fritz's bold writing wero
seen the words: Sweets to the sweet,
from your loving Fritz"
1t was a chilly night though the day
| had been clear. There were soft-sput-
tering fires throwing up their merry
flames in the gaily-decked library and
the mothers pretty room. just at
| five, Jack and Eugene were taking
| their last looks there.
How she will like that window
seat 1t is pretty, if do say it. How
/ the freight brightens it up!'
'HOw lovely the roses lookr'
Chow shiny the polished table ISL
Doesn't the chair seem easy?'
And then with a final touch of care
| full boyish hands here and there, they
! joined Fritz and Stanford at the gate.
Its like the story of the PrOdigal
son, only he stayed at home in this
case, and there were four of him,
Jack said, a little huskily.
I'm tell you this, boys" said Eu-
gene, stOutly, i've been thinking
about this thing, and either thinking
or praying has brought me more
new ideas. l don't believe any fell
low ever gets too big to love
| his mother, and / don't believe, if he's
an honest, manly fellow, that it's go
/ ing to take away from his manliness
one whit to show that he loves her.
Bless her heart! Three cheers for the
mater. 'Rah, 'rah 'rah!''
The ring of the CHEEKY hurrahs
! sounded over the frosty air and reached
| the hack around the corner. There
was hard little pain at Mamma
! Vance's heart. They are playing
/ ball again." she thought. They've
! forgotten we are coming" And then
of a sudden they had reached the gate,
and four bright-eyed boys were hug
! cling her, and patting her gray hair as
they did when they were the very lit
| tlest fellows.
'We've been as dull as owls with
out you, you darling" Stanford said,
| taking the smaller valises, while
Eugene offered her his arm grandly.
Fritz and Jack could only help
| Mr.. Vance with the shawl-straps
and the big valise, and prance like
girls down the path behind 1.-The moth
er-Bffd, waiting to see her surprise
and delight over the arch, the well
come, the flowers, and the general
festivity of the dear old home.
Next day when Sadie happened to
drop in, she started in amazement.
"Auntie Vance! You are looking ten
years younger. l think you did need
a trip!'
1T wasn't the trip, Sadie; it was
the boys. You remember what 1 wrote
= you? IfsTas all my silly Imagination.
They do love me! They were so glad
to see me! Sit down, dear, and let me
} tell you all about it; and as pretty
: Sadie dropped down upon the dainty
windOw-seat, she couldn't help saying
with her glad little laugh, Il told you
so, Auntie, I told you so!'-Maudr
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