The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1875-02-19

love. Forgive me- for trying to make
you see your own mistake.
As If to change the subject, she
pointed with her fan to humming- bird,
at this moment posing above cluster
OF honeysuckles, and rising from her |
chair, stretched her arm up the dark |
vine aud plucked the blossom.
She was q mere bodkin of a woman, |
with slender throat and littls waist. |
Her motion was exquisite, depending |
on q certain poise and balance. She |
drew my heart with every step. Her
company seemed half stupe6ed as he
watched her. She stopped near him,
fastening the honeysuckle in her dress.
Now that 1 saw her face it haunted me-
with a resemblance to I knew not
whom. Somewhere 1 had seen it-yet
surely not this face. It might have
been that of an enthusiastic nun.
There was a holy fire in the eyes, and
the impetuous mouth was strangely
sad.
You don't know what you ask
what you would ignorantly take on your
shoulders. Marriage would be to you
a CALLING tie-an impossible RESPONSE
bility. If I loved You I would not
marry you. It is well that do not. 1t
would be harder for us both. There
should be the sympathy that outlasts
| youth, and has its roots in the secret
/ springs of the mind and soul"
/ &c You don't know what you say, .
said the man springing up AID standing
/ before her.
"You don't know what it means to
| love-" He paused as with a sudden
fear. ''Do you? Is it not ?'
81 don't know" she said softly.
A sound in the room startled me to a
realization of my position-eavesdrop-
ping but the people were strangers
whom should never see again. The
sound was from my first acquaintance
in the hotel after the hostile stout
I old lady-Wbo had entered the room
without my observing her, and fallen
asleep In the chair had lately left. OF
her cheeful rest she was giving audible
evidence.
went to my room with an uncOm-
Portable sense of restlessness, pursued
by the remembrance of that strangely
sweet voice and exquisite motion of the
nameles5 lady, and her fairy-like figure
came ever between me and the vision of
my intellectual, plump cousin. g A
sympathy that outlasts youth, and has
its roots in the secret springs of the
mind and soul" I took from my bag a
little pile of letters very precious to NE,
and conned them over by the light OF
my small lamp.
1t must have been in the small hours
of the night, or morning, that L fell
asleep, and woke to find with the
healthy daylight a healthy impatience
to see my cousin, and the strange little
} lady in the gauzy black, with her
strange companion, seemed to me crea-
lures of a dream, gone like the hum
ming bird and the moonlight.
The earliest train found me the ear
lest passenger, and the hot summer
morning found me walking rapidly to
ward high garden gate in B. The
keeper of the lodge came out, as lifted
! the latch, for two purposes-to quiet 8
| snarling terrier, and to tell me that Miss
Delaney and the aunt who had lived
( with her since her fathers death had
, gone away.
''Gone away - Mingled with intense
3 disappointment and chagrin, felt az
obstinate determination TO go to the
} ends of the earth, if need be, to find
her. "G0Ge where ?"
a "Only to N for few days"
? g Why, I've just come from there"
= "I'm very sorry, sir, said the man
' apOlogetically drawing back as If he ex
, pected blow.
I gave him a small fee instead, anC
D rushed back to the station to take the
t next train, which turned out to be sons
! three hours later. didn't half believe
J the man at the lodge, and asked the
/ host with much doubt when I reached
the hotel if Miss Delaney was staying
there with her aunt.
'Since yesterday morning"
&c WAS she in the house %
He'd see.
I waited some time, remembering tina
I hadn't given my name, and present..
he returned saying that Miss Defiance,
was asleep, having returned from lon!
L walk. gave the host my card, telling
< him to take it to Miss Delaney whel
( she woke. It was late in the Afternoon
T that a servant knocked at my door anC
4 handed me q note In the familiar hand
4 writing " I am waiting for you on tn,
, piazza.
l went rather deliberately down stair
= to convince myself of my utter pres
e ence of mind. AS stepped upon thu
q piazza the slender vision Of the pas
+ night in her gauzy black draperie
g stood. her back toward me, apparently
) absorbed in the contemplation of tn,
: soft purple shadows on the surrounding
S hills. With a sense of impatience tina
t she should come there at this moment
d [ turned to look for my cousin, saying
e "Julis, are you here u"
Q A soft sound of moving drapery, an,
d the little lady in black was shyly hold
:, ing out her slender hand to me: "Don'
T you know me?"
g A speechlessness possessed me.
v held the little hand with fear that
d would elude me, and gradually traced tn
young girls face remembered in tn
? exquisite grace of the Roman's befor
d me, whose eyes were filed with tears
d "Don't say anything about 1t yet,
, she said, with q pathetic fear. And
y bide my time.
Arkansas.