The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1899-06-23

some one loudly rapping, rapping hard
upon the door; and "the silken, sad, I'M
certain rustling" of our sweethearts'
skirts within thrilled us, filed us with
fantastic terrors'' we had never felt be-
fore. Our hearts leaped to our Threats
when the heavy-paneled oak door swung
back on noiseless hinges, and the ''cen-
fury reeled" when we paused in the hall
under the brilliant chandelier, where
we put into execution our studied and
practiced bows. Then there was rush
for three chairs in the farthest corner
of the parlor, into which we dropped
with thud, blushing and perspiring in
front of three sofas in the opposite cor
ner, which were half occupied by three
little slippered and slxirted dreams of
beauty who beckoned and persuaded
and coaxed us to come across; but we
answered the challenge with more
bushes and more grins and perspira-
ton. The cause of our dreadful en-
barrassmeut was our appalling diScov-
cry that our sweethearts had evolved
into cultured and refined young society
ladies, with not a single trace of the
country girls we used to know left,
either in dress, conversation, or appear
ance; while we had grown up green and
unsophisticated, and, if possible, more
awkward than ever. In the midstof
our struggle to regain our equilibrium
the door opened again, and in stepped
three elegantly dressed young gentle
men, who were evidently the beaux of
our erstwhile sweethearts. The city
swell always has supreme contempt for
country boy, especially in the game of
love. These young men laughed in our
faces when we again put into execution
our studied aud practiced bows, and
they gracefully sat down by the girls
and began to pour out great sluices of
nonsense. They were kind enough,
however, to fire few questions at us,
to which we replied in monosyllables
and with moro perspiration, which ran
down our cheeks like the rain, until the
paper collar of one of my cronies came
in two; and he instantly sprang to his
feet and broke for the door, closely fol-
lowed by his two demoralized and COM
pletely routed comrades; and amid the
protestations and appeals of the young
ladies to remain longer, we made a rush
for the street and vanished for ever
more.
The years rolled on, and we all found
congenial spirits closer home, who made
our hearts Edens and otr fircsides par
adise.
One OF my cronieS became a splendid
business man and private secretary to
the governor of great State; the other
became a Judge; while the city swells
who laughed in the faces of the inno-
cent country lads were long since lost
in the shuttle, and have never been
heard of amoug those who have sue
ceeded in the world.
l leave you to read the moral Of this
story between the lines.
would not say aught to disco = the
boys who dwell in the cities AMI towns,
for they have ten thousand advantages
which country boy never dreams of.
The cities and towns are the emporiums
of art and science, and the great schools
of polytechnics and mechanical train
ing; but the country is the nursery of
poets and statesmen. have seen some
thing OF life iif-hoths and nv observa.
ton has been that the country is the
place to raise a boy. where the green
hills and beautiful landscapes broaden
MS views, and where the great noun
-ains point upward toward God. Yours
truly, ROBT. L. TAYLOR.