The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1877-07-05

81 am not 50 wrapped up in the fine
folk at the castle as you are. Ninetta, u
said Kathleen.
cts lovely lady," returned Ninetta
''and she's dying by inches-La Signora
San Legero."
''St. Leger -
"Ah! That's the way the English have
ia"
"Cto away! I want no more of your
idle gossip"
Ninetta retreated, fairly appalled, by
the sharpness of her neighbOr's tongue
and voice; and Kathleen stood gazing
hxedly into the sunset, with eyes that
saw not a shade of the carmine glow.
I thought once that l should never
pity her," unused Kathleen, but that was
before my babies died. l have felt the
serpent's tooth in my own heart since
Poor lady and she is dying of broken
heart. I wish I could die F."
The next evening, as Mrs. st. Leger
was lying on the sofa by the open win
dow which led out upon marble terraces
and vclvet-s1nOoth lawns. a slip of white
paper came futtering down upon her
lap as softly as the floating petal of an
orange blossom. And, rudely scrawled
upon it with a pencil, she deciphered
these words:
There is one American flower among the
pomegranate blossoms at Marco Silvedos.
Beatrice st. Leger's cheek turned even
paler than its usual shade of pallor as
she read the mystic lines.
Read Alfred"
8" Nelly was drowned ten long years
ago, Beatrice"
" Nelly is alive, Alfred; I know it, I
feel it Oh, lose no time-inquire who
and where Marco Silvedo is
81 will inquire" he said "but Beat
rice, calm yourself Remember how of
ten we have been deceived before"
1--WE shall not be deceived again, AL
fred"
Marco Silvedo sat at his cottage door,
smoking a short pipe of some dark, fra
grant wood an old, wrinkle-faced Itali-
an, with a skin as yellow as parchment,
irOn-grey hair and keen black eyes. Two
or three children, as dark as himself,
were playing round him, and when Mrs.
st. Leger noted the ruddy crimson hue
Of health in their cheeks, she knew what
was meant by the words ''pOmegrante
blossoms"
Mr.. St. Leger alighted, and began
to talk to the old man in his own Ian
guage.
care these all your children, Signor
SiIvedO ?'
Yes, Signor. ali. Two are with the
saints in glory, three are here"
Beatrice, listening from the carriage,
felt the blood grow chill around her heart.
Was the faint light of hope that had be-
gun to dawn on her life's horizon but a
deceptive mirage, after all?
7 arrov yvoS bO1It n -pT0faT tho
carriage, when the old Italian arose PO-
litely to his feet.
"The signOr and signOra would honor
him by Partaking of glass of his own
wine? Nay, he would receive no refusal.
Elena Nella /"
A tall, slender girl of fifteen or there
abOuts came to the dOOr---a girl with a
skin as fair as drifted snow, and blue,
serene eyes. She looked wonderingly at
the strangers.
Mrs. st. Leger uttered a low, smoth-
cred cry. All the changes that had
passed over NeIly's head had not altered
her to the mothers wistful, loving eyes.
She was the " little Nelly" of the weary,
long years ago.
Nelly NelIyp' she cried, wildly;
don't you remember your mother?'
And Nelly st. Leger, with the food
gates OF memory wide opened IN her
heart, fell sobbing on her mothers breast.
4" l knew I had a mother once, before
| sailed across the sea" she faltered, in
Italian "but 1 thought she had forgot
ten me
Marco SilvedO, who had been gazing
in blank astOnishment from one to the
other, now came forward and told how
the child had been left at his door Cne
chill November night, how and by whom
he did not know, nor could the be-
wiidered child tell him.
q had just buried my youngest
child" he said, land it seemed as If the
good saints meant this one to take her
place. 1 shall miss her soreIy, though 1
don't grudge her to the signOr."
Kathleen, standing at the door as the
carriage rolled by the next day, with
Nelly sitting between her father and
mother, smiled darkIy to herself.
q had meant that my revenge should
have lasted still longer" she said to
herself; but the poor lady can not live
long-and, after all, she was not to
blame. Besides, when little Kathleen
died, buried almost all the bitter smart
in her grave. Let them be happy while
they can"
For Kathleen knew that she was
amply avenged.