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

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'Dear mel" said Ri, 'tyou are get
ting pathetic: handkerchiefs out"
And then we all laughed; and Ros-
situr took it in his slender hands
just as you have seen a musician
handle his favorite violin, and lean
ing slightly forward placed it upon
- HlCA. Ia = A.omcu5 the whole
coil was slipping and shimmering
| downward across the folds of gown,
like a green and gold serpent, when
he caught it before reaching the
floor.
'Ah," " he said, "when you drop a
iewal, they say, yOu lose a friend
How is this2 the clasp is broken?"
'That happened years ago, 1 an
swered. ''It has never been worn
since grandmother Heatherleigh S
day you see; she wore it to Lady
Somebody's ball, when she was
abroad, and just stepping from the
door to the carriage a stealthy hand
reached out of the darkness and
snatched at it. The thief only sue
ceeded in breaking the clasp.
"And you-you never wear it?"
"Never. We have no suitable oc-
casions here. Tom says I must wear
it to the county ball, and he will take
me-"
"And that takes placer"
"Next month. Dear me! I must
send it to Tom Immediately and have
the fastening repaired. Won't il be
lovely with white tuIle, Ri?'
I can see Mr.. Rossitur now, where
he stood at the bay-window, his dark,
handsome face with its rich color
ing, its intense brown and vivid reds;
his silken moustache, that the light
touched and enriched, curled Just
enough to look fine without appear
ing fnical, and a broad sunbeam
striking sparks from his~eyes and
slanting across the Jewels IN his
hands, that seemed to hold the lus-
tire of the sea wave, the green mag
nificence of centuries of summers,
and then to speak of the green
woodland places, OF clear brooks sill
ding over Iushy beds beneath June
skies, of the first warm breath of
spring that coaxes the crocus from
its grave and Furnishes the hedges
with leaf and blossom. Then Mr..
Rossitur made a movement, and the
sun forsoOk him and fell like low
ing han across Ris shoulder, and
entangled itself in ihe webs of shi-
ming hair, until each separate fla
ment WAS a weft of red gold. I .e-
member wondering at the time if it
was the sun that made her lids drop
and the color deepen in Ri's cheek.
Could it have been any glance of
Rossitur's that stirred the blood at
its source? I never once dreamed
of such a thing.
81 shall run down to k to-
morrow" said Mr.. Rossitur, after a
pause; "permit the pleasure of being
of service to you. Allow me to carry
your necklace, not to the jeweller
that is too much to ask-but to
Mr.. Field your cousin.
"Oh, Mr. RossiturI VIII you?" I
cried. "Will you be bothered with
1t? You are so kindl You see, I
forgot to give it to Tom when he was
here last, and there are no expresses
between here and X, and one
hesitates to entrust such a valuable
to uncertain conveyance, and Tom
may not come again before it's too
late. Oa, you viii oblige me very
muchl"
"I will give you receipt for it, ."
oaI1 Iao uhr1ffinrr fhn u n
snap, and taking out his pencil.
"What nonsense!' said Ri.
ooh, not at all How do you
know that I am trustworthy he
laughed.
''By intuition" And then we all
had our little jokes, while he wrote
his receipt and gave it to me.
I came across it not long ago,
among other worthless things, yell
low as guineas, and showed it to
Tom; and Tom laughed and wonder
ed how 1 could have been so green
as to fancy it of service, supposing
Raoul Rossitur had chosen to sbscond
with my jewels? 'Its a pretty be-
ginning toward your collection of fa-
uOuo dhBOALdpuDS bdAA hOs
Mr.. Rossitur was absent for few
days, and in the interval I received
letter from Tcm, saying that the
necklace had arrived safely, and he
would bring it when he came to at
tend the county ball; adding, "Mr.
Rossitur improves on acquaintance,
and-wen I should be willing to sac
riice a good deal for your happi-
ness. don't know why I was so an
CRY with Tom for that clause unless 1t
seemed as if he were resigning me
too willingly, though heaven knows
he never made any claim. Perhaps
1t was the saving clause, however,
that made me hesitate when Mr..
Rossitur proposed, as he did some
what later. Marry and goaway from
Tom and all his interests? How
could I ever think of such a thing!
Suddenly I understood that all my
happiness In life depended upon Tom
that his home cOmings were the
grand crisis of my existeBcel Marry
any one else? No, thank you Mr..
Rossitur.
Mr.. Ro. situr did not tear himself
away instantly; he staid awhile, and
made a pretense of urging his suit,
and finally said he should return in
| summer.
The time drew nigh for the county
ball, and all the world was In a hut-
ter of expectancy. One day when q
crowd of our friends were together
talking over toilettes, some one re
marked:
"Wbat a pity, Mr.. Rossitur die
/ MT STAY for III Dnnr rnn t,our ".