The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1874-09-04
WOULD SHE Or NOT?
By MARY KYLE DALLAS.

By MARY KYLE DALLAS.
''Again - said Rose Winner. 'eWeIl
/ this Is what all women must put uT
with, suppose; but I never though1
that I should be neglected"
She listened.
LOCKED in his room again." she
said, g and after long days absence
and am to go to bed and go to sleep.
What a goose am not to do that con
tentedly, and forget him who can forget
me so easily. How long is it since he
has spent an evening with me? Two
months at least. Oh % she clenched
her little hand, '' how little I
thought when I srranged that study,
and put the pFettiest things in it, and
was so proud of it and 50 pleased with
it, that he would make it an excuse to
shut me from him. It did not use to
be so. When was Rose LuttrelI, and
he made pa so angry by staying IN the
parlor until midnight when he actu-
ally followed me about, and said that
every moment was wasted that was not
passed in my cOmPany-ah, well, was
too romantic. I loved him too much.
I should have remembered what Miss
Landon wrote:
If you would not suffer,
Be the one to give the pain
But you see, I thought him so good, SO
fond, so constant" She listened again.
90 Mute as a mouse" she said.
g Studying French, indeed as if I did
not know that he was a perfect French
scholar long before I knew him, and
that he never would have held the DO
sition he does in that great importing
house if 1t were not for his French No /;
he is tired of me, and shuns my So
ciety."
And Rose dropped her head head mp
on her hands and sObbed bitterly. It
was unwise of her, for the sudden move
ment awoke the six-months-old baby in
the bassinette at her side, and it began
to vail piteOusly. 1t was necessary to
dry her own tears IN order to dry his,
and crying is a great luxury to a wo-
man before she has spoiled her eyes in
indulging IN 1t. But though she stop
ped weeping, she went on talking in a
low tone, addressing the baby as though
1t could understand her.
BLESSED little soul, " she said, g we
know what it all means, don't we? Be
fole you came I was a light-footed girl,
but since then I've been very different.
I cannot dance. I cannot run. can
not even walk far; perhaps I never
shall. IF he had suffered in any wav
for my sake, how I should have loved
him for it; but ne ceases to love me for
the very reason that should make him
more tender. Oh, why do women ever
marry Why did I not say no instead
of yes, and then he would have loved
me forever"
She lifted her head and looked into
the glass.
"I'm not ugly yet, nor old either, /"
she said, with a sndden fash of her
black eyes. eff he no longer admires
me, other people may. Wives who
firt are always more thought of by
their husbands than constant wives are.
PiI-"
eff you please'm," said a voice at
the door, sc 2 gentleman.
Rose started, and held out her hand
for the card the girl presented.
Chauncey Waldo" was written up
on it.
You may stay here with baby, Mag
gie," said she. ''I viii see Mr.. Waldo.
Mr.. Winner is engaged"
She peeped into the glass again, and
settled her crimped hair with her pink
palms. Her dress needed no arranging
she was always well dressed IN the
evening-and then she went down into
the parlor, where Chauncey Waldo,
who considered himself the most fas.
cinating man IN the United States, sat
waiting for her.
There was no harm In going down.
Il was only right to go but Satan,
they say, Is always on the lookout for
ones weak moments and It seems
likely that he sent Mr. Waldo IN the
nick of time. Roses vanity had been
stung, and she was anxious to prove to
herself that she had not lost her power
of fascination. She proved it conclu-
sively that evening.
Nothing was said, nothing was done
that Mrs. Grundy could object TO but
there are smiles that make the heart of
a lady-killer hutter, and smiles that put
him at a distance by their very gracious
ness. Formerly Mrs. Winner had given
Mr.. Waldo these latter smiles. To
night she gave him the former. So that
he dared TO hold her hand q little lon
ger than he had ever done before In
parting, and to say softly
'' May call again very soon? Ihate
to think of your being lonely"
For she had told him-yes, she had
indeed-thst q Mr.. Winner was forever
shut up In his study, and that she fan
cied she should die Of ennui some
day" Which was true enough, but an
unwise statement for a pretty yOung
wife to make to a Waldo.
Then, flushed, and with a certain
sense of guilt upon her, she glided past
the study door, and was really sound
asleep, when a weary looking man
opened il, and, went, without his slip
pers, up the stairs, and bending over
her. said to himself, &" Little darling,
NAV heaven bless you, and would not
Kiss her lest he should disturb her
slumber.
II he only had kissed her, it would
have been much better. after all. For,
as il was. she said nothing Of WaldO's
call next morning.
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