The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1875-04-16

might both of us do one another some
| good"
George Dickson had a good look al
the man, and, sharp young lawyer that
be was, could not make him out at all
He was very handsome, shaved like 8
gentleman, with no hair or his face ex
cept the mOustache and yet he die
not look like a Frenchman. He said
that he was a spy, a Jesuit, and a Free
Mason, all in the same breath. What
was he? He appeared to George Dick.
son something between a GreOk and q
Jew when he examined him more nearly.
g You are a very agreeable compan.
ion," said George Dickson; " but to
tell you the truth, am in no humOr to
talk business. What has happened is
so hastily and horrible that I can think
of nothing except the awful misfor-
tunes"
They had crossed the frontier fo1
some time now. The road through the
forest continued to be very beautiful,
and the weather heavenly. But in a
turn of the road, at a place where two
officers had paused, there was the first
signs of war-eight dead horses, a Ium-
bering van standing across the road, on
which soma German Wag had chalked
"via Berlin"
Then they walked together. The
road still wound up the hillside, above
a flashing trout stream, seen far below
them in the valley, through trembling
leaves. Then there came a turn in the
right, and they passed through the sol.
itary street of La ChapelIe.
George Dickson stood among the
dead, and looked round him. The
place must have been beautiful at one
time, and later travellers have told us
that it is once more beautiful bynature,
though to our eyes it will remain a hor-
rible cbarnel house until death. The
18th Of the French line lay in ruins,
mOtionless, except where they were be-
ing dragged to the trenches by German
soldiers.
Why does God allow such things, -
he said aloud.
There spoke a villain" said the
Bengal officer. - I bet you ten rupees
that you see some nature ernobled by
this horrible business before the day is
over. What do you feel yourself ?"
81 feel a horrible, incOnceivable pity
[ feel as if I could lay down my own
life to mend theirs"
Then hand me over ten rupees, !"
ture has been ennobIed. War is utterly
evil, but God brings good out of it
somehow. Look at that, man there is
a woman on the field, looking at the
dead mems faces"
And there is that Frenchman, Dele
val, with her." said George. "That
must be O sister. He said she was In
town but he told me more in one
week than I would believe in a twelve
month"
Really" said the Bengal officer.
" And yet he does not look like a liar "
No liar ever does, my dear soldier, "
said George. eff you were a lawyer
you would know that"
81 found my sister at Fonda de
GiVonne," said DelevaI, approaching
George. "She is looking for some one
whose death might be important to you,
Anne Herbert"
"But you said he could pay me, p"
said George, astonished.
My dear sir, I required assistance
in getting on, and I forgot what 1 told
you. If any part of it was true, 1 must
have been a great fool. My object was
to deceive you. Do me the compliment
to say that I succeeded, or [ shall be
extremely angry with you"
George felt extremely inclined to
kick the man, but it was not the place
for any demonstration of the kind. He
said, 81 I never knew before a French
man to tell such falsehOods as you have
done, sir"
But, my dear sir, I am not n
Frenchman," said DeIeval.
She came toward them and raised her
veil. In one instant the great passage
in George Dickson's life was over.
Amidst the horrible ruin and desOlatiOn
he saw the only woman he had ever
cared for the woman he had So seldom
seen in his life, but 50 many thou
sand times in his dreams.
Miss Milton, of Mifeld Lane. No
other person in the world. He had
met her twice at parties at Highgabe,
and about there, and had fallen in love
with her. He had also dared to walk
with her in Milfeld Lane, but she had
been cold, almost rude to him. He
had tried to forget her, but it had heen
useless. For the time. as he believed,
he had met her in Milford Lane, and
laid his love before her.
She told the plain truth. All her
people were French, except her father,
whose name she bore. She was affi-
anced to Aime Herbert, and could not
listen to him. He then committed an
awful ac5 of folly; he made the ac,
auaintance of that young Frenchmsn,
50 that he might see her sometimes,
even when anOther's arm was round her
waist. He followed Aime Herbert
about, aud at last went security for
him debt which Herbert neglected
to pay, and which for a time nearly
ruined George.
He would not be rich bsfOre his faith.
er's death. His father was penuriouE
and mean, keeping him poor and telling
him that be must make his own way II
| life. That does not do a man any harm
| if he can be got to believe it; and II
| Georges father had stopped there al
would have been well. But the old
man thought it would be a fine thing fol
| George to marry well. He proposed tc
match him with rich young lady, Older
than hIus If She was very good, and
he IN q state of iniuriated disappOint.
ment. George told her the lie that be
loved her he knew 1t to be a lie, but be
told it. She believed him aud was
gr atty Gratified. In the meantime hel
father decided that they must wait foI
three years and that he must make his
way In the world.
So he went to the bar, and so natu-
rally he went to literature so he natu-
rally came to the field of Sedan, that
Aceidama of so many hopes; and so on
that field he met his old. his only love,
only to find that the chum of honor
dragged her away from him forever.