The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1896-01-10

like the world was turnin bottom side
upwards, whilst was turnin wrong side
outwards. Man, sir, was mighty nigh
past thinkin, but the first thing that
popped into my mind was the kind and
Liza. lowed TO myself IL there was
anybody in this wide and wicked world
which could pull boy through such
scrapo as that alive, Aunt Liza was that
body. So l worried along till / got
myself back to the house, though was
monstrous tired totin what had ct, and
laid down two or three times on the
way, hopin maybe somebody mought
come along presently with wagon and
haul it back for me.
When l got back to the house and
Aunt Liza found out what was the mat
ter with me, she sailed out and few
around few minnits and come in the
house with somethin which she said
would make me git we'll. l have now
forgot exactly what sort OF a name she
had for the dost she give me, but that
is neither here nor there. 1t would Of
done as we'll without any name at all, as
for that got there all the same, and
inside of fifteen minnlts it had fetched
up erything but my dirty socks and
had them fttin mighty loose. Auns
Liza could beat the livin world when ie
come TO loadin a boy up with good
things to eat, and then IL he was neces-
sary compelled to unload she could
draw the waddin as slick and quick as
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"Jest to Keep the Bug=ers OT"
When people used to sometimes ask
Aunt Liza what in the round world she
wanted with so many boys around tho
place, she would always say, jest to
keep tho buggers off and tend to the
orally run on to say:
Somehow or somehow else, / ruther
like the boys-particlar them that has
been left without a mother and without
a home. They are so much company to
body, and there is room enough right
here on this place for every boy in the
settlement Tell tho boys to drop in
and see body-come when they feel
like it, and stay as long as they please"
around in tho Panther Creek country
could of but only had their way, Aunt
Liza Raiborn would OF lived on forever
and few days over. In her day and
generation there was one place where
the boys could always hang up their
hats and make themselves at home.
And if they took up q notion to have a
Christmas tree or candy pullin, or go
out and hire fiddler and fetch tho
girls and jump some jigs and run off
few reels, it was perfectly all right
''over to old Aunt Liza's." She was
considerably of church woman at thas,
but she never had went crazy in regards
to religion, and nothin in the world
would do her moro good, it seems like,
than jest to "let the young folks have
their way oncst in a WHILE" as shO
used to put it.
Now / reckon some folks would won
der how it come to pass that Aunt Liza
never did tradc herself off as the wife OF
some sorry white man, but, exceptin
my Aunt Nancy Newton, she was the
one onlyest old maid ever saw without
feelin sorry she didn't git married.
reckon it was best for her-and ! know
it was best for whole passle of boys
that the right man never did come along
at the right time. She was mother to
the motherless and help to the help
ers and hope to the hopeless, and her
home was home to the homeless.
People that ought to know tell mo
that when Aunt Liza was slnkin and
droopin into the last long sleep she was
talkin out of her head, and carryin on
with herself constant about her orphant
boys. Tell the boys to como over and
drop in and see a body now and them"
says she.
And when the evenin bells was ringin
in the glad New Year there was
funeral goin on lover to old Aunt
Liza's." RUFUS SANDERS.