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

sorry for you, my poor child!'' with {
genuine burst of feeling rare in her.
Then the two women, the ice broken
clasped in each others arms, sobbed out
their grief In concert, which at least de.
stroyed the coIdness that had sprung
up between them. and made them part
ners in suffer in suffering; not, as form
erly, antagonists and enemies.
While they were sitting there, both
feeling the sacredness of the anguish oi
the moment, the servant came to tell
them that Mr.. Mounsey was in the draw
ing-room, the time of his daily visit
having arrived
"Letty, what am I to say to him %
asked Mrs. Dormer, drying her eyes.
yet still weeping; 81 am to tell him yes
or no ?" He has come for his final an
swer to-day, and 1 dare not put him of
any longer"
e" 1 cannot, mamma, till have seen
George" " sobbed Lefty. eff it is only a
question of this money, George may help
us. So long as [ thought You wanted me
to marry for a settlement only did not
mind refusing you; and could not put
George forward; I could only remain
true to him, and hope for the future;
but if it is money, that can be paid of,
mamma, if he can raise the sum you
want, will not this set you free, and then
viii you not release me %
Certainly" If I could get out of the
mans debt I would not press you my
dear. But it would be splendid pro-
vision for you y said Mrs. Dormer, re-
gr6tfulIy, looking back to the flesh pots
90 You must come yourself now, Lefty; I
dare not face him alone any more. All,
my child, you little know What my life
has been of late between you both, " she
added, shuddering.
81 viii go with you, mamma" said
Lefty, resolutely. From me, at least,
he shall learn the truth.
And they went together arm-in-arm;
the two who had been so long estranged
suddenly become friends.
"Iaugur well from this happy COM
panionship, said Mr.. Mounsey, gallant
ly as the two women entered the room.
Is my term of probation at last come to
an end?''
This last was addressed to Lefty,
with a tender air that accorded i'll with
his fierce and fervid face.
81 have just heard that mamma owes
you money" said Lefty plungiRg into
the heart of the matter at a bound
ga mere nothing, my dear"
Don't call me dear, sir!" interrupt
ed Lefty, angrily.
'' Indeed, absolutely nothing-not SO
much as a cobweb between Mrs. Dorm
er and her son-in-law; rather a large
sum, confess, between Mrs. Dormer of
the Cottage and Mr.. Mounsey of Noun
sey Park. You see am a man of bust
ness, my dear young pardon the
slip, it would come-and though pre-
pared to do all that is handsome by my
relations, not prepared to give away ny
money to individuals who have no claim
on me. Don't you see the justice of
this for yourself 2"
q Yes, said Lefty, straightly. ''Then
the whole thing is a mere matter of
money. If I can get this loan of yours
to mamma paid off I shall hold myself
free from the promise she has made for
me- If I cannot"
"This, my charming Lefty, will be a
receipt in full of all demands, " inter
rupted Mr.. Mounsey, taking her hand
in his and forcibly kissing it. She
wiped it with her handkerchief imme-
diately after, with an air of disgust, and
the mans fierce face took dark look it
was well she did not see.
At this moment there passed the win
dow which gave on to the drive, a group
of four; two of them were men, and
Cobbolds, old and young VIII, both
dressed in their Sunday best, and both
sober, which, for the elder of the two,
was blessed privilege becoming daily
rarer. The women were Mrs. Jones
from Wales, and her daughter Mary.
The front door stood open, as is often
the case in the country, where there IS
neither fear nor danger, and the party
entered the hall without knocking.
They did, however, knock at the draw
ing room door; and then they all entered.
"WhO In Heavens name are you all,
and what do you want? CobbOld! young
WilIiam!'' cried Mrs. Dormer, angrily'
Morley Magnus! brother Morley
-, A,o--Fy,1
voice, wiping her eyes with her shawl.
And, Well, uncle, and how are yOu?"
said Mary, who was a pert young wo-
man in her way.
Then Mrs. Jones fell ON his neck and
kissed him, and Mary shook his hand,
and shook it heartily, sideways.
''Who are these lunatics ?" said Mr.
Mounsey, with fine air of disdain. He
did not start, nor blush, nor show any
other emotion than that of surprise,
tempered with pity and contempt.
q Your own sister, sir, said old VIII.
my wife, Mr.. Mounsey," chimed In
the younger man, and Mary, with her
head in the air, repeated airily, "Your
niece unclel''
''Sister! I have no sistsrl Who dares
to say I have a sister ?" said Mr.. Noun
sey, fiercely.
50 Hear to him. Hear to him how he
disOwns his own flesh and blood" cried
Mrs. Jones, more tearfully than before.
"Oh, Moreley Magnus, that ever 1
should have lived to see this day! And
mother and me has always looked for
you to come when your time was out,
and Won was a free. man once again; and