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

blushed) to keep it dark a little long
er F.; there's sOme-a-confound 9th
er fellow, 1 believe, whO,-'
"'Let me see it, I said sternly
but the fellow was too wrapt up in
himself to notice my tone. Smirk-
! ing like an idiot, the wretch opened
the locket, and there--ycs, there was
my Madgie's Portrait
"By q powerful effort I mastered
my emotion, and wishing Lupus
! goOd-day quite coolly, I dashed away
on pretense OF a remembered ap-
pOintment.
'Bertie, l cannot tell you my des-
pair. 1t was not alone the feeling
that her heart was not, could never
have been mine, despite all her low
ing words and pretty, guileless VOWS,
but that my idol, my goddess, whom
I reVerenced and Whorshipped as
something so infinitely pure and
good, should become SO degraded in
my eyes-should fall from her high
estate so suddenly, into such depths
as to love q man like Lupus-or if
she did not love him, to sell herself
for little more gold than l possess
ed it was maddening
! N III 81 LII uA55 HdS W IuSu
down to Tynywtra and accuse her
crush her with the weight of my con-
tempt and Indignation and I obeyed
it. In the train, however, caImer
thoughts came; l felt too, that l
could not bear to face her-I loved
her too dearly to see her humiliated,
| for I still believed well enough of her
to think that she was not so lost to
all sense of rigE. as to feel herself
! justified in her 5reachery. / deter
mined then that l would return to
town by the next train, without hav-
ing seen her, and would write to her
from London.
81 left the railway station and
sauntered through the darkening
! streets of the little country town near
| TynyWtra, for l was too heart sick
to remain in any one place, and gazed
listlessly into the shop windows, try
ing to pass the time away before the
| arrival of the up-train. | was look
| ing in mechanically at one large
booksellers window, when sudden
ly my heart almost stopped beating,
and l stamped savagely on the pave
ment. Inside the shop, with the
wonderful golden brown hair and
| deep gray eyes lit up by the flaring
| gas-iight, stood my faithIess love,
smiling with the old sweet smile, in
answer to remark of q lady who
stood near. 1 glared at her with
burning eyes, and took in every de-
tail OF her appearance with a sort of
hungry rage, for I felt sure that l was
| looking at her for the last time. Her
purple velvet dress, her costly furs,-
her dainty hat-hoW the purple
| shadows melted on her golden hair
At last she turned full towards q
lamp on the counter, and then I saw
what made me rush from the win
dow like man pursued by Furies ::
suspended round her neck, and rest
ing on her bosom, was a Iocket-a
gold lOcket, with L. l., large initials
in blue enamel, on it. | had seen it
scores of times hanging to Littleby
Lupus watch chain; and now | had
no dOubt-cOuld have none-Of Mad
gie's treachery.
GLOW reached London l don't
know. l only know that [ wrote a
cold, stern, and decisive letter to
Magdalen Tudor, bidding her an
eternal farewell, and leaving the rest
to her conscience, concluding with q
wish that she might be happy with
the object of her choice; the whole
composition giving about as much
idea of the passions seething and
scorching in my heart as q glacier
would of the interior of Vesuvius.
Charlie and I went abroad as soon
9s he was strOug enough, and l tried
to forget MagdaIen Tudor; butI did
not succ ed, Bertie. I returned af-
ter nearly a years absence, nearly as
| heart-sick and hopeless as when /
/ left England. at last I thought
would go down and stay with my
mother in DeYonshire for a little
| while. The dear old lady was delight
| ed to haYe me with her again after our
! long separation, and some of the
peace of childhood seemed to fall
upon me again in the old haunts. l
used to help my mot er in her little
business affairs, write her letters,
&c, and was reWas ded for this by be-
ing petted as only a mother can pet a
grown up-son.
Gone day my mother said to me,
'LancelOt, my dear, want you to
write to the Queen for me-
"'My dear mother, what on earth
about p said l, considerably mistified,
and not understanding what possible
inducement my mother could have
to commence a correspondence with
her gracious majesty.
"'Ges, my dear, she went on, i
want to exchange my garnet orna-
ments-they're so old fashioned, YOU
know-for a silver chockOIate kettle.
"'But, mOtherp said l.
"'There's the address, dear. The
: Queen, the ladies' newspaper
, "'O-o-OhI l see now. But how
can you get the Queen to give you a
chockolate kettle in exchange for the
garnets 2
"Here's one of the papers; look
+ down that cOlumn-the exchange
and Mart-and you'll soon see what
: l mean
Il did lCok; and ! saw that Letta
E wanted a black-lace shawl in ex.
: change for an Augora kitten; thai
J TOm-tom had a pair OF lively rattle.
snakes for which he wished to oh.
: tain a good flute; that Carry wanted
the Take Back Heart In exchange
. for 'Bach's Twenty-first Prelude anC
= Fugue; ; that mOnograms, stamps and
/ eccentrics were in general request
/ that a baby's coral and bells was con.
= sidered an equivalent for silver bis
t cuit-bOx; that Minnie would give
> bracelet for an oynx necklace, and {
s pearl cOnb for a gilt locket; tha-
a Wolf wanted to exchange a double
2 horseshoe lOcket, seven turquoise
e and eight pearls, one pearl slightly
D ali! what! Good Heaven! wha
: does this mean? And l started NJ
J. and alarmed Iny mother by suddenly
D waking her from a slight dozc.
. For hcaVens's sake, mother, havu
/ YOU lhc DaceRS for last years No
n vembcr?' l exclaimed.