The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1875-08-13
NYm CRINKLE.
LOVES YOUNG DREAM.


sooner or later. 1t was impossible to
live such a life Of unalloyed bliss as [
had led for (saY ffty years) without
meeting my fate some time.
met her at Long Branch.
Perhaps you doubt that she was the
lOyeliest woman that eye ever rested
upon. The old story, saw your Now,
look here do you suppose that | have
not had some training IN these sort OF
things When | say that she was my
ideal, the vision thai had haunted me IN
my dreams, the one sweet individuality
that my soul had been Yearniug for, l
want you to understand that L am talks
ing sense in sober earnestness.
Why, sir, Long Branch blossOmed like
the rose after l had seen her That
drearv waste of hotels, which the mor>
tails call West End, suddenly became a
pavilion of beauty when l learned that
she stopped there. The lead-cOlOred
sea sang a new hosana. saw that l
made a mistake in the place. The scales
fell from my eyes. The birds were sing
ing in the branches, the skies were
bluer and brighter thaa skies ever were
before. The long afternoons changed
from a weary'desert Of hours to an ecstacy
of moments. Color came into my cheeks,
a new light shone in my eye ! stepped
proudly, as it there was something to
live for now. Benson said to me:
why, old fellow, what's the matter
with you Never saw you in such SUI
perb spirits"
swelled out my breast with oxygen
and pride and said:
"Benson, my boy, ws've all got to go
through with this thing at some time.
Some 90 through it early IN life, and
some Later. It's the wakening up of un-
suspected emotions.
"Oh, is it p said Benson; Il thought
it was the sea air.
$50 it is" | cried with the gayest
manner. What is sea air but the
breath of Aphrodite2 And who Is A PHI
rodite but the Goddess of lover She has
breathed the breath of life into me. I'm
born again"
Benson is rather stupid fellow Take
him out of billiards or yacht matters,
and he is not remarkable for his knowl~
edge or deIicacy. He only said
well, I'll be bowed You re the
last man [ expected to see in this con-
Gition"
1t was nIght-a star fell.
Benson" said !, ,"observe that meteor.
1t seems like u spark. Il may be an ex>
piring world. HeEeafter when ray of
mysterious happiness CLEANS athwart
your path do not hastily measure it with
your ridiculous philosophy. Remember
what Hamlet says: there are more
things in Heaven. -
Meteor, be hanged said Benson,
That's lightning hug think the de-
lirium tremens have cleaned athwart
your path"
mention this incident merely to
illustrate mans inh umanity.to man.
I've DO. the same thing myself For
(say fifty years. had flung copious
contempt upon the Inevitable sentiment
talsm of my sex. One By one | had
seen the companions of my youth drop
into imbecility and romance and cease
to be rational creatures, and | laughed
at them heartessly.
But in every mans breast there IS i'm,
planted consciousness of his own fate
The contempt which he radiates into
space so freely will one day commence
to turn.
But a truce to philosophy. I met CuI>
bertson lie turned me round once or
twice, and then tested me in his way
by abusing the place. l defended it
with enthusiasm.
"Pah Z" said he, you're in lovs."
"6y my sires, l cried, ''you have sum-
marlzed my existence. 1t is destiny in
i sentence. The truth was never 50
comI actly put. If facts were targets
and words were bullets, you'd carry off
the Elcho SHE'D Of my admiration.
who is she ?" eagerly inquired Gull
bertson.
] whipped h:Gl iuto a summer house
o o'erlooking the summer sea.
shes he ultimate excellence of her
sex She's Venus, Juno, Minerva, and
a the brood of com paris0ns packed into
bodice. When saw her nv soul
dropped upon its knees my judgement
vacated its throne, saying, 4 his is the
grand crisis. Her looks intoxicated me-
Her eyes were daggers that killed my
independence. She cast a glance at me.
and was manacled. She walkad away,
and [ kissed my hand to the old world
behind me, saying, with the frenzy of
madness, / am to follow the new
CuIbertsoD Is a practical man. He
bit his lip and p0nderel.
We're you ever this way before?" he
asked
Heavens Does a man come into the
world twice; or have two Identities f? is
| love disease that attacks you in the
| full of the moon, or a circumstance that
comes ike death itself, once to all Cul
bertson, I'm ast nishsd at your question
| Conside er if | could ever be this way be-
| fore when there is but one div nIty on
earth and | have just met her. Equally
| sensible would it be for St Peter TO ask
! you when you reach Heaven if it is yo1r
| second or third visit -
But Cuibertson is a.so amiable, and
an amiabie man listens to you He
! smoked his cigar in the moonlight
and let me o,zs from an overloaded
! heart
Know it said | !; why woman al
! ways knows. She can tell by al inter-
nal process of her own who admirss her
| when she has her eyes shut. Resides,
/ took occasion to be introduced immedi~
ately TO hover round her, you know,
| like the meth about the candle, and ali
that sort of thing to tremble when 1
| touched her, to sigh when left her, to
blaze up when she re appeared, to quote
poetry when she listened, sweet am1rous 8
poetry Cf SWineburn's, 3, aud-weii, you
know, Byrou's of course. She treated
me with an iEbperious pity at first Bat
as she found me ardent, educated, wells
! tO~do, a profound lover .of nature, a
| keen admireT Of beaury, 4 tender, emD-
| tional person; in fact, altogether unlike
the thOugbtiess herd that swarm about
] her, me thinks her heart warmed tC.
wards me. she was not sorry whsE we
| met on the sweet and dewy crOouer-