The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1889-06-28

why is tt people must make fools of them
selves in this way? What is the use of try
ing to iumortalize a day that is sure to be
remembered any way? For my part wish
the Fourth of July -"
He was interrupted by a knock on his
door and on answering it he found a maid
bearing a square envelope.
when did this Gomez" he asked, with
out opening 1t
Yesterday, sir, " answered the maid.
On breaking the seal Mr.. JarnisOn glanced
at the contents Of the envelope and sank
back In n chair.
Miss Talkative, the landlady OF Mr.
Jamison, sat in her coy parlor knitting
She was of curious turn, and ever since
Mr.. Jamison had become an inmate of her
house. nearly year before, she had wished to
know moro about him, but Mr.. JamisOn was
of a nature that would not brook any ques-
tions, and Miss laxative had been obliged
to wonder in silence at his peculiarities.
She finally became convinced that he was
pining away from the effects of some un-
fortunate love affair, and on the day before
the Fourth decided to test him So she
wrote as follows:
George, 1 would like to see you at
once
She thought if her estimate of him had
been correct she would be sure to discover
it in the conversation which must ensue on
Mr.. Jamison receiving the note. She was
one Of the most gentle ladies on earth, and
was consequently terrified when she saw
the result of her experiment She had in
tended to simply try him, and thought that
possibly her note might be the means Of
cffecting a reconciliation between two low
ing but estranged hearts So on the
morning of the Fourth she sat waiting re
suits, when Mr.. Jamisons voice was heard,
angrily summontng her.
Il suppose 1 must go up to him. said the
landlady to the maid
Hes getting louder every minute" said
the girl and Miss Talkative hurried up
stairs to her boarder's room. She found
that person strangely agitated, with a look
of mingled wonder and anger on his face,
and she saw the unlucky envelope upon the
floor Miss Talkative presented herself
with a face as pale as her bOarder's, and
felt as though she had committed some
crime.
Il wanted to ask about this letter. When
and how did it come?'
Miss TaIkative was on the point of max
ing a clean breast of it and confessing that
she alone was responsible for the unlucky
missive, but while she was hesitating, from
awkwardness and dfffidence, Mr. Jamison
shattered her nerves by exclaiming:
For heavens sake, woman, don't stand
there and stare. Answer me. When did
this come r.
desperation
who brought itg" questioned Mr. Jami-
son, growing more and more excited.
IA young lady" answered Miss Talta-
tive, hesitatingly
what was sue Hke9n
Al can not tell The fact is, 1 hardly
only"
"Was she tall and dark, and fashionably
dressed2" interrupted Mr.. Jamison.
Yes; believe So" answered Miss Talk
alive, her curiosity once more gaining the
supremacy.
1T must have been Alice. But how did
she know / was hcre?n muttered Mr..
Jamison, evidently speaking to himself
He put his hands into his pockets and
stood staring out the window, ignoring
Miss Talkative's presence. The landlady
was recovering from her perturbation and
was beginning to perceive that, after all,
the letter had elucdated the mystery of
Mr. Jamisons conduct it evident
that some unluckly love affair was at the
bottom of his unhappinesS
Miss Talkative,n no said, suddenly,
speaking more in his usual tone, though
still laboring under strong excitement,