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

IL hHpW IL bfucc; 1llICfGu
Miss Mcntressor, turning Il huge en-
erald ring round and round on her
dumpy little finger, and if you in
syst ,.pon il"
Mr. Gaynor's handsome eyes
flashed IL triumph; he was sure OF
his prize ut last. Poor, forgotten
Kate!
The sndden wedding Of the mid
dle-agcd Miss MOntres5Or with the
| chief exquisite Of the season made
Il nine days sensation at Saratoga.
Kate Talbot heard of it in due time,
and cried a day and a night before
she began to Feaize that she had
made Il fortunate escape. And Ross
mere Wylie came back from Sara
toga just in time to catch her heart
in the rebound.
While Mr.. Wyhe and Miss Kate
Talbot were gathering grapes and
whispering exceeding interesting lit
tie nothings under the green. trem-
UlOus shadow of the arbOrs at Weld
ingtOn, after the most approved style
Of love making, Mr. and Mrs. Bruce
GaynOr were enjoying the grandeur
of Niagara.
Sublime !souI ontrancing ~ ejac-
uIated Bruce, gently pressing the
hand that lay on his arm, and look
ing enthusiastically upward toward
the blind ng spray of the great cat
aract.
" Very niccr' said Emily, absent
Iy. But I'm so disappointed about
this letter from Emmy.
" Who's Bmmy?"
"My niece, dear, [ thought of
course, shed send me something
very nice for a wedding present ;
but-but-"
Dearest, do not weep! Let me
brush the diamond drops away from
that dear check" murmured Bruce,
fiourishing his pocket handkerchief
romanticalIy round Emily's face.
"I-I cant help it," sobbed Mrs.
Gaynor. "Its too mean Of Emmy.
She always did oppose my marry,
ing; but [ never thought she would
be so spIteful."
owe care not for her good or bad
opinion, dear. Your husband is all
the world to you, my Emily"
"That's just what she says, the
hateful thing !"
Calm yourself, my love. What
DO 10s want of her paltry wedding
presents ?"
"It isn't that Bruce, but"
But what?'
"She's cut off my allowance, the
hard-hearted mink; and she SO
rich T'
"What! are there two heiresses
in the Montressor family ?"
"Two heiresses ? No. What do
you mean, Bruce ?"
" Do I"-Brucc cleared his throat
huskily, and went on" understand
that-that your niece ="
Why, you must oftcnhave heard
of my niece, Emily Montressor-
she was named after me-the rich
heiress? And she's a great beauty,
too, ut least some people call her so;
but for my part [ never could bear
these yellow haired blondes"
Bruce Gaynor stood staring at
the everlasting tumult Of the "Amer-
lean Fall" with eyes that seemed
turned to stone, while his fair bride
prattIed on.
"Ahd now she's cut off my allow
ance, and left me without cent in
the world, disagreeablc thing! Well,
it's lucky Pve got husband to take
care OF me now; amt it, Brucie,
dear 2"
Bruce Gaynor did not answer, he
literally could net. His tongue
seemed to cIeave to his mouth ev-
cry drop of blood in his body stood
stjll. Had he sacrificed his youth
and beauty and brilliant prospects
for his ? The gentle Emily had
never looked as coarse and UDat-
tractive as she did at this moment,
clinging caressiDgl TO his arm, with
all a witc's sweet confidence.
And then he remembered sweet
Kate Talbot, and thought vindictive-
Iy of Rossmere WyIie.
g He knew-he must have known
that there were two Emily Montres
sors," thought Gaynor, clenching
his teeth. " He saw me walk into
the trap, and never opened his lips
to warn me. O, what a fool what
q double distilled block-hoad 1 have
been -
SO he had, but unfortunately il
was too late for this selfapprecia
ton to he Of any use. He was safe
Iy married to Miss Emily Montres
sor, but not to the Emily. And
Mr.. Gaynor felt, with a bitter paug
Of humiliation, that his snug liLtIC
piece f diplomacy had been an ut
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