The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1866-09-29
No. Z
Then 40 No..

CHAPTERL
There was pretty flush of color On the
round cheek of Ethel FairInan. and q bright
light IN the soft blue eve. There was eyi-
IDENTIFY happy heart beating under the soft
Iaees that fell over her fair neck, and swept
in many graceful misty undalation to the
light sash that encircled the tiny waist y es,
Ethel Fairman was happy girl that night,
and why not? Had she not been the ac-
knowledged beauty at the fete that evening
and was it not something that young VIII
liam Egerton, the most fascinating young
fellow IN that town Tor any other town, in
EtheTs opinion) had paid her marked atten-
ton? Dancing with her every set, much to
the dismay of the big laundering clown,
Jack Weatherhead, showing such sOlicitude
and drawing closer around her the folds of
her snowy shawl when after waltz she apr
! preached window, and uttering so many
I little cautions about taking cold-and then
how tenderly he pressed her hand at part
ing; and what was it he said about her never
being absent from his thoughts She couldn' t
quite think how he did express himself on
that pOint-but ne was very devoted and
The pleasant cogitations were here broken
In upon; the door opened and no less per-
sOnage than Aunt Kebeeea Jones, in an. old
/ clingiDg dressing gown, her head adorned
with an immensely hilled nightcap, made
| her appearance.
Z" l thought l heern some one come in, -
/ was the salutatiOn; " and 'sposed, of course,
! twas YOU, but didn't know for sure, and
| there's so much burglarin' goin' on that l
thought as how I'd better git up and see.
/ But why don't you git off them duds and git
/ to bed2 Goodness knows it's time, nigh on
to two o'clock"
| eyes, aunty, but I was thinking"
Pretty time O night to be thinkingl But
! then it's natural enough. 7 ou was thinkin'
! / expect, about some feller at the party
/ that philandered around and made fool of
! himself and you tOo-but mark my words, a
good beau never makes good husband; but
allowing me to judge, 1 expect it would be
about as well to try and think what you are
dOin' you've thrown your rings and brace
lets aEd all the other fxins round the room
! as if they wasn't no kind of consequence
and there you are now, a lynn away that
! wilted rosebud, as though twas worth for
tune-curus how absent minded folks are
now days"
And having ascertained by this time that
the sound which had disturbed her had pro
ceeded from no burglarous attempt upon the
premises, Aunt Rebecca Jones took MP her
candlestick and retreated to her own quar-
ters, leaving Ethel almost unconscious OF
| her aunts words still holding In her hand
| the little ivory box where, upon a cushion
/ Of pink satin, she had placed the withered
rosa worthless trifie, Aunt Rebecca had
! thought it, but how much dearer to her than
/ all her Jewels, for had not William Egerton'
| own hand placed it that night among her
auburn curls, as they stood together In the
| conservatory looking out into the moonlight
/ Certainly he had, and would she part with
it? No, neverl never She looked at il
once more pressed it silently to her fresh
! lips, and closing the box, put it tenderly
away among her treasures, then donning hel
snowy night robe and fastening the little lace
embroidered cap over her waving hair, She
extinguished the lamp; but before retiring
! she pushed back the curtain from the win
dow for one more glance at the pale, fan
moon that had looked down so placidly upOr
! her happiness as three hours before she hac
stood with William Egerton, heard his low
! love tones, and felt the warm grasp of his
! hand. Where was William nOw2 Doubt
less at home, looking up at the same moon
thinking Of her and the promised happiness
| Of the future. 1t was a pleasant thought, I
/ happy conviction-and quite satisfied witt
i it, Ethel Fairman crept into bed, and wa.
soon lost in loving dreams And William
lit searcely seems possible, but hs was %
playing billiards with iew other choic
spirits, and not in a condition to tell tn
moon from corner lamp-post.