The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1874-09-18
the final surrender, and this is how it

the final surrender, and this is how it
resulted.
One morning Miss Mowbray was sit
ting in her boudoiT, when Mr.. Willis
card was handed to her with the request
that she should see him. At first the
idea occurred to her "not to be at
home" but remembering that it was
his intention to leave soon for another
part OF the world, she slipped on her
favoiite dress and descended to meet
him.
"Ah, good-morning, Mr. Willis.
Did you find it disagreeable walking %
A pretty blush appeared upon her
cheek, which quickly died at his an
swer.
% The walking, Miss Mowbray, I
found very pleasant" She was almost
ready to die with vexation.
81 don't see how you can say so, sir,
/ when the dust is perceptibly ankle deep
| in the road"
''It is very easily explained, Miss
/ Mowbray. / used the sidewalk
"Oh ! and so you are going TO Cali
Her eyes were obstinately fixed upon
the carpet as she spoke.
Sc 1t was my intention to do so, and
called to announce my departure. !"
She assumed indifference, but the eff
fort was very Transparent.
Glow long do You expect to be
gone p
"That depends entirely upon circum-
cumstances. If I can make little
arrangement which have in view I will
not be gone for long"
The blush again came to her cheek,
and her heart began to throb strangely.
Mr.. Willis took up the album and be-
gan to turn the leaves carelessly.
is ?"
"That? Why, that is one of mine
an excellent likeness they tell me-"
"Hardly like the original, in my
opinion, though" and. coolly taking it
out, he put 1t in his pocket.
-" Have the kindness to ask my per-
mission before you make the appropria-
ton, MIR. Willis - haughtily calculated
the astonished young lady.
Had 1 asked in due form, Miss
Mowbray, my request would doubtless
have been refused. To avoid all risk I
take the thing for granted" (This
, with good-natured smile, and the black
eyes looking straight into hers.)
There was a silence for few minutes,
, and then Miss MoWbray, looking at his
coat-lapeI, seid:
This is q peculiar-looking flower.
What do you call it -
1t is called the Venus fy-trap.
: Allow me to present it. You can look
Tor the sentiment at your leisure"
} And before she could reply he had
, placed it in her hand.
! Will you attend Mrs. Austin's last
ption before yOu go? I think they
! are very enjoyable"
81 do not think I will. detest these
, receptions. One feels stilted, being
pent up IN crowded parIors."
She gave an impatient little stamp of
her foot.
''Why do you always oppose and con-
tradict me? Does nothing that I say
please you ?" Tears of modification
stood in her eyes.
, A strong arm was thrown around
her.
" Blanche !" said its owner, "what is
the matter ?"
=" Matter I" exclaimed the fair one,
/ 'You do not aequiesce in a single as
sertion l make. It is mortifYing ?'
She made an attempt to remove the
/ arm, bat without success.
6 It was part of my plan, Blanche. u
| "Wbat plan ?'
5 viii you ever like me, Blanche ?''
" You, you"
l &c I love you"
1 "I d"
[ ture?''
The arm was trembling now, and the
( deep voice had a quaver in it.
Ono"
!, =" Oh, pshaw ! That was said in the
spirit of contradiction. Let's have
done with it. Is my love returned %
e " N-n--yes. But why have you
4 acted so ?'
e " 1t was the only way to win you
y Forgive me"
Aud having effected that little ar.
:. rangement," he went to California.
OF course they married.