The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1875-05-14

once and definitely.
els Mr.. GleDcross at home % sht
| asked of the maid-servant who answered
| the summons.
Yes, Mr.. Glencross was at home
would the young lady enter AnC
| Lillian was shown into an apartment
curtained with heavy folds of purpl,
satin, and carpeted with velvet of tht
same rich cOlOr-an apartment who's
| dusky splendOr made her think of al
the stories she had read Of enchanted
palaces in the realms of fairy-land.
AS Lillian sat on the silkan sofa, wait
ing with a throbbing heart for tire Gp
| pearance of her unknown cousin, tn,
thought stole into her mind that he wa
not SO much of g ''miser," after all, anC
then came a sick sort of misgiving tina
her mission was all in vain.
For surely" she thought, glancine
tremulously round the elegant apart
ment, he will not want any one tC
make bread, or look after the kitche1
expenditures I wish-oh, I wish tha
1 was safe at home again -
The thought had scarcely formed itselt
in her mind, when a door at the ia hel
end of the room was opened, and a tall
! handsome man, scarcely thirty years Ot
age, entered.
| CT beg vOur pardon, sir, =" faltereC
Lillian, all in futter, but I wished
to see Mr.. GlencrOss.
" I am Mr.. Glencross."
"You p Lily rose up and sat down
| again, coloring vivid scarlet. This,
then, was their L" far-off" cousin, and
how widely different from their dreams
and fapcies
Apparently the gentleman saw and
pitied her painful confusion, for he said,
politely: : May ask in what manner
can be useful to you ?''
81 am Lillian WayIand," she an
swered, in tone that was scarcely
audible.
Wayland ~
A shadow, faint, yet distinctly percep-
tible, Overspread his face at that word
and Lillian saw it with a falling heart.
She forgot the labOred speech OF pallia-
ton and excuse that she had prepared.
She forgot that he was no silver haired
patriarch, but handsome young man,
surrounded with all the adiuncts of
weslth and luxury. she remembered
only poor Charley aud her own sicken-
ing idea of debt, disgrace, ana ruin +;
aud sinking on her knees at his fest,
she sobbed ont her pitiful story.
He is so young" she walled, so
young, surely yOu will not refuse to give
him another chance for name and fame !
viii Ork and toll for you until the
hundred pounds are paid. will be a
servant, q seamtress-what yOa please,
only promise me that you will not visit
him with the penalties OF the law -
Her voice died into qUiverIng silence,
but her eyes still appealed.
Rise, Miss Wayland," said the
young mEn, after a moments grave con
sideratiOn. "I promise that the Offense
eff your LIOther's shall be overlooked,
for the sake of the excellent sister who
has pleaded so eloquently for him?"
"And What can 1 do ? What must
[ do? For If I cannot repay the money
in some shape or other, 1 shall die of
shame and modification!
. 81 will take the matter into considera-
ton, said Mr.. GIencross, gravely, yet
not without a certain CLEAN of amuse-
ment in the corners of his mouth at the
idea of that pretty, slender creature rem
dering up to him the equivalent OF the
hundred pounds. FAnd now, Cousin
LiIian-for believe we may claim re-
Iationship, although it is somewhat
distant-I shall insist upon you as my
guest for a while. Let me ring and send
for my mother"
Mrs. GIencross, a stately old lady in
black silk VaIenciennes lace, welcomed
Lillian WayIand with smiling hOspi-
tality which belonged to the ancient
regime; and almost before she knew II,
the girl found herself chatting innocent
IY away to her host tess, as if she had
lived all her life in the sunshiue of that
pleasant smile; while Paul GlencrOss
busted among some papers at table
beyond, watched the sweet changing
cOuntenance with a new interest.
"I never saw such a lovely face in my
Iife," he thought. ''The profile is as
purely Grecian as the face of Hero on
my mothers cameo, and the eyes are as
full of shifting lights as a diamond.
Upon my word, this little new cousin Is
an acquisition"
When Lillian wrote her happy letter
home that night, Mr.. GlencrOss added
a pleasant postscript, and Charley Way
land knew that his season of peril was
over.
Lillian had been nearly a month the
guest of the stately old lady in black
silk and Valenciennes lace, when one
day Paul, coming suddenly into the
purple twilight of the drawing room,
found her sitting all alone, with tear
drops gIitteriDg on her pearly cheek.
"Whv, Lillian, what is the matter?"
Nothing, PauP'-they had grown to
be good friends by this time-"Only
have been dreaming very pleasantly,
and the time of waking has come at
last"
"You mysterious little sphinx, what
on earth do you meanT
She cOiOred and cast down her eyes.
"Three hundred pounds, Paul-they
are yet to be paid. No-don'5 interrupt
me. I cannot consent to indulge your
generous impulses. I must pay you;
aud there Is no other way for me than
to seek a situation as gOverness. 30,
Paul, have written an advertisement,
and If you will be so kind as to send it
to the Office Of one of the daily pa
pers''-
81 Give it to me p he interrupted.
She placed it cOnfdingly IN his hands;
he tore it deliberately in pieces,
g Pd1l p she cried in amazement.
Lillian, this is all nonsense. Ii you
want to pay me, you can"
" But, Paul, you know that L have
nothing in the world
g You have yourself-to me the most
precious eif the aforesaid world con-
tains."
''T don't understand you"
60 Must I speak palmer? Well. then,
Lil;au, give me yourself I iovJ you,
DARLING. and w.uld fam make you 10Y
uiFa Arc yyD7l content to nav ice IN