The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1901-07-05
BOTH MADE MISTAKES.
Yet I'm This Particular Case TIVE
Wrongs Didn't Make One
Right.

Probably it never will be known just
how the story leaked out, but the man
ner of its escape doesn't matter so
much. The fact remains that one of
the most ceremonious and socially am
bilious matrons of the West side has
experienced a shock from which she
is recovering but slowly, and her large
circle Of acquaintance are laughing
over joke of which the lady was a
victim. The consideration of the ma
irons never-ending hunt after the So
.ial, financial or other lions lends pro-
portionate zest to the enjoyment of
her friends, relates the New York Her
aid.
An elderly gentleman of the south
who has recently sprung into much
prominence was visiting the city for
the first time. With him was his wife,
an estimable lady of near his own age
and sharing in her kindly character
her husbands simplicity, outspoken-
ness and lack of veneration for con-
ventionalities.
The man was undoubtedly a celeb
rity, but a celebrity in the rough.
When it is explained of him that on
the occasion of his preferment to a
high position which called for his pres
ence in Washington he counseled his
wife to pack the grip and suggested
that they start out to walk the dis
lance from their southern home to
the capital because of the distrust of
"keers," an idea of the man may be
obtained.
However, that was many years ago.
and, anyway, maybe it wasn't so. If
t was so, it must be put down to the
eccentricity of genius, for the man is
rich enough to be entitled to the term
eccentric. At all events, this partic-
ular West side matron wanted him
and his wife to dine en- famille. After
ward, when they were better acquaint-
ed, she would arrange a more formal
function, where she might exhibit her
gray lion and put him through his
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A popularity of the lady is her in
sistence on disparaging her own eff
forts. No matter how elaborate have
been her preparations, she is invari-
ably excuseful to the point of being
a bore when she presides. There are
apologies for this and apologies for
her guests to glimpses of fairyland
prepared by the most expensive florist,
and banquets arranged by $4,000 eX-
perts in that line. Yet she apologies,
knowing all the time that she is sham
ming humility.
When the old gentleman and his
wife arrived they were hungry in the
extreme. They had been used to the
old-fashioned noon dinner, but had
waived this on the OCCASION referred to
as having a tendency to "spoil their
appetite" They were ushered into the
drawing-room and beguiled with small
talk until the dinner hour.
Just before the announcement the
hostess began her apologies. She was
so sorry she hadn't something better
to offer them; she just knew they
would not consider her dinner salts
factory, and so on, ad nauseum. The
old man finally arose. He had listened
anxiously to the tale of table defcien-
cies, and his hunger had rebelled at the
prospect of a poor meal. Visions of
empty plates and skinny dishes
flashed before him.
Madam" he said, reaching for his
hat, you knew we were coming. Come
on, Sary, let's go back to the hotel
and eat a table doty dinner" And
they went.
While out in the candle-lit dining
hall was spread a feast fit for Lucul-
lus.