The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1874-09-04


all their emotions; undemonstrative
people may feel as much, and no cne
gUesses 1t.
Mr.. Winner seldom said much about
his affection for his wife, and now that
he had taken the odd way Of shutting
himself up every evening, she doubted
its existence, and grew cold in her own
manner.
There was never any quarrel. She
never reproached him-pride forbade
that-bUt there seemed to be frost in
her smile and ice IN her words. She
meant that there should be. When he
said, so very soon after dinner, 8 And
now for my French Rosy" she would
say nothing, but, somehow, find an ex-
cuse for evading the kiss with which at
first he always left her. "What are
formal kisses worth, " she said to her
self, eff he dislikes my society" And
! IT very soon came to pass that, after
this, she would put roses in her black
hair and in her bosom, and watch, with
flushed cheeks, at the window for Mr..
| Waldo's coming.
Sfe waa not IN love with him-she
was in love with her husband but her
husband had awakened her Jealous
wrath, and this young man tickled her
vanity.
He came to her so often, leaving for !
! her sake darling girls who courted him. |
He made her delicate compliments, he
! looked at her so. In a word, he seemed /
| to be IN love with her, and it was
triumph.
All, if women quite understood the |
/ vanities of men, and knew also that |
when they have succeeded, or think |
| they have, in touching a wife's heart, |
| they feel far more contempt than love /
/ for so weak a creature, who forgets |
honor so far that it no longer, becomes /
! dishonorable for them to kiss and tell. |
| The coolest salutation that honest hus
band ever gave his wife is really worth |
more than the finest fattery another
man can whisper to her.
And Winner did not guess at what /
was going on. She wanted him to
know, that she might rack his hears
with jealous pangs but she dared not
let him know.
Maggie, the maid, had quite a mystic
rious air now when she brought Waido's
card, and once she had whispered
But heard the master stir, ma'am,
as if he was coming down"
And Rose had flushed and asked her
why she said that, but Maggie made no
answer.
''I haven't lived with fashionable
Il
viii get me present" " she said to her
self as her mistress left the room. And
there were thoughts in her heart that
would have ma Ie Rose Winner faint
with shame had she guessed them fer
all her hope was that her husband
might know others then coveted the
prize he did not value.
Still, night after night, that door was
locked. Still, in the small hours of the
morning, the husband crept to his brief
rest. The days were passed at business,
and though the man strOve to be genial
when the pair were together, the woman
refused to meet him halfway. A wo- !
man who considers herself insulted has
no power over herself. It was not pos
sible to Rose to chat and laugh. She I
was too much Of a lady to quarrel, she
simply frOze.
It was bright day in spring. The j
fruit trees were all blossoming. 1t was
beautiful out Of doors; but in her I
suburban home, Rose Winner sat sadly .
at the window admiring nothing. Every :
now and then vehicles passed down the {
road. So many of them holding two |
people-man and woman-husband and !
wife she made of them. But her hus- ]
band never took her to drive, much as :
he knew she loved the exercise, and |
greatly SIS he knew she missed the long
walks her girlhood had rejoiced in. :
That she would have forgiven, for car ]
rage hire Is expensive, and they were :
not rich but to be abandoned as she {
had been-it was terrible. And now {
she had not even seen him for two days. I
He had told her that he should stay In S
town, and he had. Yes, this was deser- {
ton indeed, and now she knew all. Her {
woman instinct had come to her aid.
L I'll
else. Oh, could she but follow him
watch him-convict him of this, and I
then die
Just then a gay little turnout whirled &
the road land stopped at the gate.
Out of it tripped Mr.. Waldo. He bow I
ed with an air. There were times when /
Mr.. Waldo, who had been abroad, be !
came intensely French. He had
lingering idea that the manner suited &
the present occasion, and he touched
the brim of hisjhat to his breast, and !
said
" Madame is amusing herself watch
ing the drive"
Z" Madame shrugged her shoulders.
" Amusing myself ?" she said. 'fOh, ,
dear, no. StupefyiDg myself, I think.
Mr.. Waldo, if you know any girls who
think Of marrying, tell them how dull :
married life Is, and warn them from 1t. "
"Oh, II never see any girls noY,"
said Mr.. Waldo. 'FGirls are insipid.
don't you think? I do, lately, I like
but no matter what ike Wouldn't
you like a drive to-day? The good
papa" - Mr.. Waldo became French
again-''the good papa Is immersed in
business, and naturally madame does :
not remain at home always"
Rose looked IongiDgIy at the pretty !
carriage. But this was q stem bayOUd 9 {
those that she had taken. Dared she {
go? ]
Yes, she would, and then tell her
husband. She would show him that /
she did not nope for him. She would
prove-Oh, all sorts of things.
"And papa viii probably not be :
home until six?" said Mr.. Waldo. a !
little anxious on this point
ooh, he has been away two nights
probably he won't come at ALL she
said, cOldly, and went up to put her
bonnet on.
When she returned, Waldo, with /,
flushed cheeks and dancing eyes, ad-
vaneed toward her.
"How well you look, he said. cit
Is too tempting-would you be very /
angry, L wonoer, If I should steal !
kiss ?"
Would she have let him done It :? :
Would she, if at that moment a step ,
had not crossed the hall, and voice
her husband 's-called
Rose. where are you Z?
Rose Winner never knew, though she
often asked herself.