The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1872-09-13

shouldn't wonder II there was, L.
added. "This ore is always found
in just such localities, where the trap
dykes" and waved my stick in the
direction of the ragged knife-edged
hills that rose IN front, ''break
through The stands'ones. Why it's
as good as gold mine"
GA gold mine p Her eyes were
bigger than ever now.
" Yes, as good as u gold mine. It
the farm was mine, I'd sink shafts
at once. Is your uncle at home,
now?"
"No. Sir. He has gone over to
Whitby."
"Well, then, mind you tell him
when he comes home tonight, 1t
will do no harm at any rate" AS I
spoke L rose to go.
She looked down and put her fin
ger to her mouth again. At last
with shy blush she said:
"Would you mind writing it down
the big word, I mean 2"
cob! the name of the ore. Ger
tainly not" l said, laughing. l tore
leaf from my memorandum book
as I spoke, and wrote the word as
requested.
"Do you often come this way ?"
she asked, bashfuIly, us l offered my
hand and said good by.
{" was never here before, little
one, and don t know that l shall
ever come again"
Her face fell.
z" But l should like to como. l will
try next summer" added.
She frightened up again.
ooh, do come = she said. "Do
you know that l like you-ever so
much 2"
When l reached the turn of the
wood, at the top of the hill above, I
stopped to look back. My little ac-
quaintance stood just where [ had
left her, gazing wIstfuIly after me. 1
took off my hat, she curtesied, and
then l plunged into the forest.
That night, at Whitby, 1 had oc-
casion for my pencil-case, thin,
golden one, with my name engraved
on it. I could not find it any where
Where have 1 left it % l had quite
forgotten that I had used it in the
spring, and might have dropped it
there.
l never returned to the old farm
house. The next winter l went
abroad, for I had a competent for
tune, and l wished to finish at a
German university. Ten years in
Europe had only made me love the
institutions of my country the more.
But before l returned to America l
went to Rome on a farewell visit.
To me, as many others, that wonder
full city was the one city of the world,
to which to go back to again and
again with increasing affection.
The morning after arrived, I
walked to hear, in the canon's chap
el, the music of Plesttian. While
listening to the chanting, I happen
| ed to glance up at one of tlfe private
galleries on the left, and saw there
woman's face, SO wrapt, SO exalted
that for the time she looked like one
of Fra Angelica's angels.
" It won do" said my friend,
Charley Hargrave, putting his arm
in mine, when the congregation was
dispensing. Il saw whom you were
looking at, but she's above even
your reach. She's been the belle of
the season, my dear fellow, and has
had lots of earls and counts disput-
ing bor smiles. Stop, here she comes
and Prince Borgia is with her, to
whom many say she is engaged"
We had by this time reached the
aisle outside. As the lady passed
she looked up, as if soE2e instinct
had told her she was the subject of
our conversation. For one moment
our eyes met. A thrill went through
me. Never before had [ known what
love was, but from that moment I
was hopelessly lost.
Who is she?" Istammered, when
she and her escort had passed out
of hearing.
Miss Vonberg, great heiress. F"
German ?"
"No, American, though of Ger
man descent, as the name shows.
The gossip of the last week, that she
| has finally made her choice, must be
true for that was Prince Borgia, as
l said before; and only some infu-
entail person, one of the Pope's
! guard, as he is, for example, could
have got permit to that gallery.
The stately old dame with them, too,
was his mother; the other was Miss
Vonberg's chaperon, for she is an
orphan. You'd have known all this
if you had been here through the
winter, as I have been Why, the
young English swells used to crowd
to the table de hote at Miss Vonberg's
hotel in the Corso Just to catch a
sight of her at dinner. At last she
had to move to private apartments
In the Palazza Goldona, to avoid be-
ing stared out of cOuntenance."
Why was 1t that, Notwithstanding
this friendly warning, went back to
my hotel to think of Miss Vonberg.
Was 1 mistaken in fancying that, IN
passing, she had looked at me with
evident interest? All that day her
image was before me. At night I
dreamed of her; dreamed she had
made happy, and woke to find out
my delusiOn, and to wish l could
have slept on forever, with dreams SO
blissful.
But sleep would not come again.
Besides L had an engagement with
an old diplomatic friend to accom-
pany him, his wife and his wife's
mother on a drive out on the Cam
pagna. There had been some re-
markable excations made lately at
the Scam VIII ich ha wished TO see