The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1872-06-21
THE DARK YOUNG NAN.

| JOA NAOA GshIO dDOU6 Gu56s ABOUT Out
time of which l am going to speak
it pleased Providence to infict an
illness upon Mrs. Chester Field, aud
so the two went off to winter in Flor
ida, and after having held council
as to the propriety of leaving Riand
me IN charge, and decided in the af-
frmatiYe
The Path being clear there was no
one to object if we did exactly as we
pleased, and accordingly we did
We had the incest little dinners, the
eosiest little tea parties, the most in
toxicating little dances that heart
could wish. OF course this enjoy
ment of ours could have been consid-
erably improved by the addition of
the village youth; but it happened
not to be their vacation, and there
were few promising lads home from
college; then the clergyman was an
elderly gentleman, and the medical
student was engaged, and not to our
taste; so that our teas and dances
leaned on the slender support of
Frank Rugby, Tom Field (who now
and then came home to the house of
his cousin, where he had grown up,
Rob Randolph and one or two others
which occasioned a great pulling of
caps and tumble of girls dancing
together to their utter confusion
Now you may readily imagine that
in such a strait an eligible individ-
ual did not enter the village and re-
did you see that dark young
man go by yesterday" asked Ri as
we sat in Della Rugby's sitting room,
and her mother nodded in her easy
chair.
"What dark young man" asked De-
liza absently.
Spanish looking?" said L
'No, not exactly
"Brazillian?" said Della, getting o
point more southerly.
"No, indeed, replied Ri, Brazil
lians always put me in mind of yel-
low diamonds. 1 don't know why
1 never saw one. No, just dark
and-perfectly splendid"
''Oh, I know who it is'' said Della.
Pa saw him get off the stage yester-
day, and his name is-let me see
a real nice name. Oh dearl Any
way he is stopping at the tavern"
'Therel therel" cried Ri, starting
up and gazing out of the window.
''Isn't that no; yes-yes, I declare
that's he! Now look at himl'
We all obeyed her.
fCTNalT xuho4 IF hin, 9O coi1 L
Rugby. ''I know a score of fellows
as good looking"
"Why, isn't he remarkably distin-
guished?'
"UncOmmonly."
'Looks ike a prince in disguise. -
Looks rather like a confidence
man, said Frank, returning to his
paper.
''Raoul Rossitur! That's the name, .
cried Della, suddenly.
"Just out cf a romance" said Ri
and in the same breath. "Do bring
him over and introduce him, Ir.
Rugsby."
"Do," said Della; "and we will ask
him to our frolic tonight"
And poor Frank, who would have
beggared himself for Ri's smiles,
dropped in at the tavern and made
| acquaintance of R4oul Rossitur; and
before the week was out he was on
as intimate terms with us as other
young men, whom we had known for
years. lie happened In at all unex-
pected hours, and made himself so
enchanting that we never wished him
away. There was that In his address
that made constFaint or eRnuj an i'm
possibility. Besides, l fancy that
we were q great deal fattered by his
decided preference for our society,
and fattery is always sweet Ia the
mouth. At all the sociables he danced
| with Ri and me more than with
| tbs others. He contrived to sit be-
tween us at teas; he sent us wonder
tul West India saeetmeats, and con-
dictionaries that was like eating the
chrystalised perfume of rose and he
lOtrOpe. We bad, of course, nc
shadow of doubt concerning him, for
had he not sB0wn Mr.. Randolph from
some of the most distinguished men
of X? And hadn't Mr.. Rugby
known a Raoul Rossitur in college
who must have been the father oi
this Mr.. Rossitur2 He said that he
had received a wound in hunting
from the effects of which he had nev
er fully recovered; and as in the city
he unavoidably led a gay life of late
hours and late dinners, his physi
o an had ordered him to the country
for quiet and wholesome air and
living.
Gas if air wasn't good enough fol
him anywhereP said Frank who was
languishing with jealousy on Ri's ae
cOunJ-very needlessly as I then be.
lieved.
In the thick of it down came Tom
Field TO pass Sunday. He arrived
Saturday night, and, as representa-
tive of the mistress Of the house, ]
went out into the hall with some
show of cordiality to meet him and
prepare his mind. He shook my
hand in an absent way, as if he were
thinking of something else, anc
| glanced past me into the drawing
room, where ROssitur was bending
over Ri at the piano, and adding I
rich tenor to her tremulous So
pranO.
"Whom have we here?" he asked
surveying the scene and stroking hi
! moustache. ''The deuce stran
ger! 1 hoped to have a coy evening
with you"
"And I hope you viii. Mr.. Ros
situr viii not interfere. am glaS