The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1873-01-03

! her face, which her very PallOr ana
rigiGity seemed to intensity. Mr.. Noun
sey wisely ignored all unpleasant signs.
His cue was to refer Letty's resistance
to the coy reserve of maidenly modesty.
Girls never know their own minds, not to
speak of their best interests; he and
Mrs. DOrmer were fully agreed on that
point; and he had mama's consent, he
thought it waste of force to attempt an
argument with the girl herself, trusting
to the dazzle of riches and her mothers
influence for a happy issue out of all his
perplexities.
''TO their like" he said curtly, if
gallantry, going straight up to her and
offering her an open case containing q
costly set of pearls.
For me thank you, no, " said Lefty,
coIdly.
"Tt is usual, my dear Miss Dormer," :"
answered Mr.. Mounsey. He had not
yet got to the length of calling her, Let
| ty, he had tried it once, and he had not
repeated it.
''Usual to what ?" said Lefty, raising
her eyes to him. "I know of nothing
which should make such a present from
you to me usual or possible"
"My dear child, said Mrs. Dormer
sweetly, {" it seems to me you are rather
wandering to-day. Theheat, probably"
with an appoplectic turn of her head to
her future son-in-law.
Probably" said that gentleman
little fiercely; "but own should like
to hear something little more salts
factory from the young lady herself.
All this coyness is very well up to a GER
tain point; but beyend that it is tire
some and annoying"
g 1t will come all right in time, said
Mrs. Dormer, blandly.
| "NeYer!" cried Lefty.
''SilIy little puss," said her mother;
but her look was not so playful as her
words.
Mamma, why will you force this
hateful presence upon me % cried Lefty,
with fearful passion. ''You know I
will never be Mr.. Mounseys wife"
My dear young lady, can wait, "
cried Mr.. MOunsey, suddenly changing
his tone of annoyance to one of the
blandest, most fiattering tenderness.
And if I have to wait for the beautiful
Miss Dormer as long as that old fellow
in the Bible waited for his wife, will.
have to conquer i'll the end, and you
Will have to be my wife.
"Never!" said Lefty.
He is doing you too much honor,
Lefty" said Mrs. Dormer, severely.
'tHonor!" she repeated, scornfuIIy.
do you call insolenoe and tyrany
honor!'
And with this she rose and left the
room; and Mrs. Dormer and Mr.. Noun
sey looked at each other not comfortably.
Poor and genteel, Mrs. Dormer prided
herself on birth and hEeeding. No
6Lesse ObLige" was her favorite motto,
though there were some who said that
her nobility was only a holiday garment,
worn for show, the obligations of which
extended no further than to kid gloves
and silver fish knives. Still she was a
lady; and as such she shrank from all
things vulgar, perhaps more than from
things sinful. And one of the sophistries
in her htany of praise over Mr.. Mounsey
was that, although he was confessedly
self-made man, he was not vulgar. Also
that he had no family belonging to him
to show the roUgher side of the web
from which he, and they, had been
originally made. All that was known
of him, or, rather, all that he chose to
say of himself, was, that he had been
an Eastern merchant somewbere-lO-I
cality not exactly deined-and that the
result was, Mounsey Park. And Mrs.
Dormer sagely concluded to look no
closer, and ask no more.
Down in the village lived one Will
CobbOld, slippery, cleverne'er-do-weel,
a carpenter by trade, a mechanician by
genius, generally supposed to be capable
of anything to which he chose to turn
his hand to, but who had drank away all
his chances as fast as they had offered
themselves, gradually passing from bad
to worse till he was now the warning ex-
ample held up as a moral scarecrow by
parents and advisers. Will had tidy
kind of wife, poor body, and a son-a
decent fellow enough-who partly be-
cause of the bad name of his father clung
to him in the old place, partly because
he liked rambling for his own sake, had
gone off ON his own travels, until he had
cast anchor in a small village IN Wales.
It's precise name does not signify. 1t
was made up of couple of IFS, as many
RS, with a and a W asa floating power.
No one In Market Hill knew much about
it anyhow. Least of all did Mr.. Noun
sey, of Mounsey Park, trouble himself
to learn where young Will Cobbold, the
drunken carpenters son had bestowed
himself
As for old Will, he and Mr. Mounsey
were always at twos, as the neighbors
said. As Christian the gentlemen re-
probated the loose habits of the work
men; as a magistrate he fined them, and
that heavily So that Wills days were
at this time exceptionally evil, and his
heart towards the new magnate of the
district was bitter.
He wrote out his griefs to his son at
the unpronounceable Welch village, and
expressed as his private opinion that
Miss Lefty Dormer, of the Cottage,
who was agoing to be his wife, and Mr..
Radcliffe put aside as if he had been
nothing better nor a dummy, would
have her hands full when she got the
old Radical, and she had better think