The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1872-10-04

" Can unfortunately maven Lne
honor of ersonal acquaintance
myself; bHt [ can tell you who can
WhO?"
Wylie; he came yesterday
Rossmere Wylie, you know; he's 9
u cousin or melting of the golden
damsel. And there she is now!"
Bruce Gaynor WINGED a little
" What thai fat, dowdylittle con
Germ by the door? Why, L thought
she was beauty"
so she is, considered from e.
nancial point Of view. My dear fcI-
low, don't be bypercritical.
Why, she's forty, if she's a day;
and I'll wager my diamond SHIRT
studs that her tech are false.
Very possibly; but only think
of her bank stock and railroad
shares! L tell you, I'd go in for the
prize quick enough, if it wasn't al
ready lnortgaged to Mrs. Melford,
bless her dear little heart. You're
the best looking fellow here. Why
don't you think the matter over ?"
Bruce Gaynor did think the mat
ter over, aud made up his uind in
very short order
Good evening, Mr.. Wylie," said
he, iu honeyed accents, half an hour
or SO later, as he encountered Ross
mere
Mr.. Wylie inclined his head frig-
idly"
"I understand Miss Montressor is
cousin, and L have resolved to ask at
vour hands the privilege of an iutro-
duction."
& shall be happy to obIge you,
Mr. Gaynor," said Rossmere, with
the slightest perceptibla sbrug of his
shoulders; land presume my cous-
in Emily VIII be gratified with your
acquaintance.
So Mr.. Gaynor was formally pre-
scented in the ISIS as q candidate
for the smiles of Miss Emily Mon
tressor.
She certainly was not handsome
Her hair was thin and rusty brown,
her eyes didn't both look in the same
direction, aud she undoubtedly wore
false teeth. But then Bruce remem-
bered her money, and looked at her
through deceptive golden haze that
made her very lovely.
don't really know what to do
about Katy Talbot" thought Mr..
Gaynor to himself, uneasily twistil g
mp the pink envelope that had en-
wrapped her last glowing, impulsive
loving little epistle. ''I was a great
fool TO allow myself to get so en-
tangled, but it isn't too late yet to
back out gracefully. I guess won't
answer her letter; women are gener-
ally pretty quick to take hint of
that sort. katy's very pretty, and
very much in earnest; but then
Katy hasn't the cash, and it really is
every mans duty to look Gus for
numb Der one"
Thus cogitating. Bruce Gaynor
lighted his cigar with the pink en-
velopc; while poor Kato Talbot,
looking out through the amethyst
glow Of the August twilight won
dercd and wondered, and grew
heart sick at her lovers strange 81
lence.
And Ro9smere Wylie watched
the curious development OF the little
life drama that was being enacted
under his eyes with contempttous
Indignation.
"a heartIoss scounGreI I" he
thought. "Kate will be rid of him.
And yet, poor girl, she did believe
=, I;r, WILL - - a otuo,,,ro
world we live in. If man steals q
five dollar bill, he is sent to prison
if he steals wOman's heart. to fling
it away when he is tired Of the play
thing. he's a hero and a preuT cheUa-
TIER! Bon Uoyage, Mr.. Bruce Gaynor.
] shall certainly not interfere in
aDy of your nice little arrange
ments."
Yet r ossmere Wylie felt a certain
thrill of delight as he thought OF
Kate TIA hot free, and disenchanted
once moro from the glamour that
had hung around her life.
August was gone and over; the
golden orb OF the full September
moon was looking calmly into tn,
curtaincd recess of tho huge bay
window whore Mr.. Bruce Gaynol
had gone gracefully down on his
knees to Miss Emily Montrcssor, af
ter the most romantic fashion.
"My Emily! my hearts owl
peerless treasure y
" Do you really love me?" lispcC
the middle aged charmer, with n
attempt to be arch.
All, Emily, [ have felt Of lat
how utterly impossible it will be TO,
me to be happy away from you
| smiles. You will marry me, dearest
You will give me the right to cal
You my own ?'
But, Bruce faItered the fai
one, q am so much older thar
you.
"A year or so, perhaps, darling
but what does that signify TO heart
that are congenial ?''
And then my niece will think /
so ridiculous, she has always oppos
cd the idea of my marrying"
"My Emily should not sacrifc
the happiness of her lifetime to tn
interested motives of others. Yor
will be mine, Emily ?"
"Ah, Bruce, you are so winning
I don't know what answer to Civ
you"
"Say yes, darling
And Miss Emily Montressor sal,
q Yes. &"
But I really am afraid to le
my niece know, I'm sure she vii
oppose it."
"My love, we will spare her tn
opportunity; we will go quietly t