The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1871-10-20

| tne Qamper put upon our out-oI-dool
plans by the weather, when the door
opened, and a quiet figure dressed in
| something dark-purple think
entered and looked around, as il
seeking familiar faces. For minute
no one noticed her, and then, by the
sudden rush toward her of all the
girls and the raptuFous, 'Oh, Madgie !!
darling duckP y sweet pet &c, and
the amount of kissing that ensued,
knew this must be Miss Madgie Tu-
dor. A few minutes after was in
troduced to her, and my first feeling
was one of disappointment. l had
expected some marvellous beauty,
and at first sight thought Miss Tudor
rather insignificant looking; but
| BERTHE, old fellow, l soon changed
my mind. Before she had been in
the house three days / got to know
| that there could be nothing on earth
half so sweet as her heavenly, dark
gray eyes, so calm, so tender; and
yet they could laugh like no others /
ever saw. And then her lovely
head and masses of goIden-brown
hair, and her sweet little deft ways
She was full of fun, too, and kept the
whole house aliye-she's just the
dearest girli
But 1 must be boring you awful
| ly, old boy" continued LancelOt; "ot
course, you don't care to hear all this.
! Anyhow, before I had known her a
week 1 was gone. coon, and knew it. l
won't bore you with a circumstantial
account of my feelings during that
fortnight, but at last [ made up my
mind that l would ask her to be my
wife.
"There was a dance on the last
night before we all dispersed, and
during the evening Miss Tudor and
l found ourselves alone in the con-
servatory. We had been talking and
laughing, but suddenly she seemed
to get nervous suppose because l
got confused and stopped talking
and began twisting her fingers IN
and out of the chain. which suspend
ed locket round her white neck
trick she had. I felt very queer,
and my heart was humping up
against my Waistcoat violently, for
felt the longed-for moment had come.
tried to put my thoughts into words,
but could find none, and all the
time l was mechanically gazing at
her locket, and found myself re-
peating in an idiotic way, Seven
turquOises, eight pearls; seven tur-
quoisses, eight pearls At last l
summoned up all my courage, and,
mentally calling myself a great fool,
l began to speak.
Il don't know now what I said, or
how said it : 1 only know that Miss
Tudor stood quite silent with a tiny
bit ofa smile trembling on her lips,
and then she raised her hand, and
put it, with the rose it held, into
mine. For one brief instant the
golden head rested on my shoulder,
and the sweet lips were mine, and
then she was gone like a sprite, and
l was alone, dreaming oyer the rose
she had given me.
''Late that night ] received tele-
gram, recalling me instantly to Lon
don, and leaving hurried note for
my darling, [ left by the first train.
When l arrived 1 was met by my
servant, who told me that my bro
ther-that's Charley, you knoW-was
lying dangerously i'll at my rooms.
| The foolish boy had got himself into
| some scrape at Nice, and had Chal-
| lenged q Frenchman-Or a French
man had challenged him rather
think the latter; they met, Charley
wounded his man severely, and him
selfreceived a wound, which though
| slight in itself, became aggravated by
! his travelling day and night to escape
| French Justice. what with this, and
the dread of having killed his adver-
| sary, (who | believed recovered } the
poor fellow was just able to reach
London, when he was struck down
with brain fever.
"You know how dear my brother
is to me-you can understand what l
! felt. For the moment even Madgie
was forgotten; but only for mo-
ment. AS soon as ] could think
calmly at all 1 wrote to her. Her
sweet letters Frightened the gloom
of the sick room, to which ] was for
several weeks almost constantly con-
fined, for Charley's state was too
critical to allow of my leaving him,
and at times l have almost heard her
voice, when reading the tender
words she wrote to me, as my be-
trOthed wife.
eat last Charley's illness took q
favorable turn, aud l was able tC
leave him for an hour or two daily
1 used to take long walks-they
never seemed long, though, for Mad.
gie's face was always before me, and
her image ever present, wherever
went.
"One day towards the end of No
vember, / was taking my usual con
stirutionaI in rather a depressed
frame of mind, for a week had elaps
: ed without my receiving a letter
= from Madgie, and was beginning
. 10 get anxious, when 1 ran agains
Littleby Lupus, close to his owl
J door. He pOunced upon me at once
and dragged me up to his rooms
: where l had to submit to having M
| hand nearly shaken of, with sundFy
) other manifestations of his deligh
at seeing me again. lie was smarter
? and more of a snob than ever,
: thought; and l fnwardly consign
ed him to very warm quarters fOl
breaking in upon my meditation
I ABOUT my darling.
GAS usual, before long out came
2 his jewel case, and he displayed
2 with pride several new acquisitions
) All of a sudden the scene in the con
servat0Ty at Tynywtra rushed upOl
| my recollection with vividness tha
s startled me, and l found myself re
b peating Seven turqoises, eigh
: pearls was staring hard at lock
? ct, lying in a corner by itself. 1t wa
e no, it could not be-it must be a
e accidental resembl lince-no-ther
= was dark spot on the third turqois
k and the Clipped pearl where the tw
e hOrse-shoes formed the pattern inter
= laced. L could not believe my eye:
How came Madgie TUdOr's lOcket i
I the possession of Littieby lupus?
k "Lupus had been chattering on a
9 the time, and seemed to awake froI