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


"Oh, dear, I wish he 1oould
comel'
Kate Talbot looked at her watch,
and then ran out into the hall to
compare its enamellcd hands with
the ponderous dial of the old clock
on the landing, and then she looked
down the elm shadOwRd perspective
of the quiet road, and took yet &
second gInnce at ,he watch, with an
i'm patient sort of sigh.
Sto was q tall handsome girl, with
bright brown hair coiled around ger
head in coronet fashion, that har-
mouized with the royal way she had
Of throwing back her slender white
throat, and the stately grace of her
every motion. Her eyes, large and
soft, Of a peculiar hazel tint were
full of dreamy languor, and the
white and pink bloom of her cheeks
betokened very plainly that she nov
er bad turned day into night and
night into day, after the approved
fashion Of METROPOLITAN bellies. No;
Kate Talbot was rustic beauty,
fresh and uncout tmipafed by the
sinister influence of city life.
"H-re he comes; and be IS not
alone"
And within just thirty seconds
Miss Talbot was on the steps Of the
Ionic portico, il clining her head to
Mr.. Rossmere Wylie, and holding
out Gu eager, futLering little hand
toward her father. He shook his
head.
"No letter, Papa?'
E None, Ka y"
Rossmere's quick eye scanned
Kate's countenance as she stood
there, single rose among her dark
tresses, and one hand slightly hold
ing together the folds of her hlue
cashmere shawl How plainly he
saw the expr ssion of keen dIsap-
poin tment that futtered across her
perfect Greek features
"Kate, said MIR. T4lbot, quietly
dismounting from his horse, ''some-
hoR it is difficult for me to believe
in this gay cavalier Of your
Papa!"
"Uut of sight, out of mind, - is a
very Old provefb, yyu know, my dear
and it is just possible, among the At
trac1ions of a fashionable watering
place, that he has forgotten the lit
tic wild flower of the Wellington
bills
Never, paPal You and Ross,
mere always were prejudiced against
him.
Kate spoke with very genuine en-
thusiasm. She believed in Bruce
Gaynor Just as implicitly as she be-
lieved in the liquid gold of the sun
shine at her feet, and it seemed i'm
possible that any one else should tU1
a single second doubt his truth end
sincerity.
Rossmere Wyhe looked at her with
grave intentness. Suppnse-sup
pose for an instant-that Bruce 1caS
faithlcss He ste:nly checked with
in himself the upspringing throb ol
his heart. Was it for him to buI,d
up palace of happiness on The
wreck of Kate Talbot's first love
"He never cared for her as [ dol
was the rebellious outcry of his
whole nature.
And Rossmere Wylie rosovied tc
go to Saratoga and survey the field
for himself
Mr.. Bruce Gaycor was walking UT
and down the broad piazz', III the
afternoon sunshine. Tt was certain
Il very cousiderate OF him to give
the Young ladies such fine opPOr
tunity of admiring his dark eyes anC
rich Spanish complexion, and cx
quisite figure the glass of fas iol
and the mould OF form d" Bruce
felt that he was captivating. aut
completely forgot thai he hal IN
tended to devote that particular af
ternoon to writing 10 Miss Talbot
the pretty Wellington & II that haC
made such an impression upoI
him.
"Have you heard who arrived thi
morning, Gaynor?"
Colonel Mvlford's hand laid hghtI.
on Mr.. Gaynor's shoulder, arreste'
his sauntering movements,
"No; any one worth culhyaung {
4" Miss MontrcssOr.
"Miss Montressor, the heiress
Why, I thought she was to be amont
the White Mountains"
:" She has changed her mind, ap
pareptly; at all events, here she Is
with nineteen trunks and no end t
the hat boxes, There q chance fo