The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1896-09-04

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have now got the cholery and got it bad
and big meetin in this country with
out chicken pie and a little fresh meat,
and the like of that, would drag along
as dull and slow and heavy as an OK
| wagon without a tar bucket or a whip.
Fun and "Confusionment" to Spare.
But in the main time Aunt Nancy
| Newton she went on over to the camp
grounds Tuesday mornin, and then on
Friday evenin she driv by our house
returnin back to the Panther Greek set
tlement.
"The camp meetin is runnin along as
reglar and natural as you please" says
Aunt Nancy to mother and me, but |
driv all the way around by here to tell
you that they have got so scandlous
much fun and confusionment goin on
over there in that country till the very
native air is hot and blue all around in
spots as big as a bed quilt.
at would seem like. the clouds riz
| all of student and furious bad storm
| is now BLOWN betwiXt the Blantons
and the Widder Milford. You all viii
remember, TO doubts, that Squire Steve
Rlanton and old Miss Creesy Walton
they took and got married along in
the spring Of the year. Old Steve had
lost his sccont wife, and all the children
they had married and settled down,
whilst Miss Creesy was one of your old
lpaids-red-headed and pecurious-but
still willin to mix clothes with Squire
Blanton for veal or for woe.
'Now, the Widder Milford-Bob Mil
ford's widder-Mittie Gaskins, as Size
used to be-lives over there in the
same settlement with the Blantons.
II you all never have scraped up any
leglar acquaintance with NIittie NIL
ford, / reckon to be certainly you have
heard some tell of her. But anyhow,
she is young-she is right tolerable
good lool<in-she dresses out of sight
and cuts a wide and reckless swath
everywhere she goes. From general re-
ports / reckon she must of been about
three times too many for Bob Milford,
which you recollect Bob he pulled up
and went out west three years ago come
next Christmas
"You must likewise keep in mind,
Rufus, that VIII Tom Pickens-the
outdac:ous rascal-he went over last
week and tended the camp meetin two
days and night. In during of that
time he took and writ two letters on
the sly and dropped them into Squire
Blauton's coat Pockets-one on this
side and one on that-unbeknowance
10 old Steve, you understand. He writ
both letters in a neat little female hand
writ:n-which looks powerful like
Mittie AIilford's hand write-and signed
the widder's maiden name to both Of
them. Nobody knows for certain how
it was done, but at any rates them let
ters got into the squire's pockets whilst
the night meetin was goin on, and
when old Steve went to bed that night
he was shoutin happy and as innocent
as first born lamb. But in climbin
into his Sunday clothes the next morn
in little white paper fluttered and fell
out of his pocket and his good wife,
Miss Greasy, she picked it up and read
it and then went ravin crazy mad on
the spot. The squire he wint down Oh
his knees and helt private prayer
meetin with his wife right then and
there. lie told Miss Greasy that some
body else had writ the letter for pure
spite and Cusscdness, and gwore by
the livin and the dead that he wouldn't
Inow the Widder Milford if he was to
meet her in the big road in broad open
daylight-which I reckon he told the
sober truth in regards to tbat-and
finally at last he got her cooled down
sufficient to kiss and spilc out, and let
the white wings of peace fiutter over
the camp grounds oncst more.
''It was nothin to me and none Of my
business maybe, but / put in and tried
my level best to find out if / could what
all the letter said to the old squire,
Aunt Nancy went on in her plain, blunt,
honest way, "but nobody couldn't tell
exceptin Miss Creesy, and she would
only give out the news in a general
way. But anyhow it would seem from
what little has leaked out that it was
tie most sweetest and all-oyerest love
letter that ever was writ in female hand
write to any livin man in 40 miles OF
indian Creek camp grounds"