The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1877-06-07
PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY.

this mans love moved her, she would
cast it aside like ali the rest.
Mr.. Belmore," she said, - true
woman always feels hOnOred by Teceiv-
| ing an avowal of love from good man.
/ l beg of you to accept my thanks for the
! honor you have done me; but can only
give you my friendship in return.
But, Miss Trevanion," he continued,
struggling to maintain his cOmposure,
"if have been correctly informed, you
made promise in regard to a lost jewel
"a diamond crescent, believe"
" She looked up with sudden terror.
did; but in all human probability
the diamond crescent will never be
found"
but suppose it should be found,
would you keep your word, Miss Ire
vaniOn, and marry the fortunate man
who had found it?"
For a moment she was silent, and then
she said, q have never broken my
word, Mr. Belmore"
"Then," he cried, placing a small
package on her lap, g | am happy man.
I give you back your crescent, Miss
Trevanien."
She unfOlGed the package with flutter-
ing fingers, and the famed old Trevanion
jewel flashed before her eyes like newly
risen constellation. She caught it up
and pressed it to her lips.
ooh, l am so glad" she cried so
glad 1 thought it was gone forever.
oh, Mr.. Belmere!"
Then meeting his ardent gaze, she
paused, dropped her burning face in her
hands, and finally burst into passion Of
tears.
The strong, noble hearted man stood
i L g.,
sive of conflicting emotions. At last,
he put out his hand and strOked the
shining bands that covered her stately
head.
Beautiful, queenly head" he muir
INJURED, / would give my life for the
privilege of holding it one moment, on
my breast. All, Miss TrevaniOn, you
will never be loved by mortal man as
love you. But / give you back your
crescent, and with it, freedom from your
promise. would not force your heart,
though l would die to win it"
Cob, God bless you ~ she sObbed
" you are as generous as you are noble
and gifted. Mr.. Belmore, if I could
love any man, that man would be your
self, but my heart is buried fathOms
beneath the sea; and if / should wed
with any man, the dear, dead face of my
girlhOOd's love would rise ike spectre
between me and happiness. 1shall never
marry, Mr.. BelmOre I've lost my cor
ner by the household hearth, behind the
heads of children
{" No, heaven forbid ~ he cried, going
down on his knees before her, kissing her
hands, her hair, the very hem of her
golden robe. Oh, my darling-my
peerless, beautiful Julia this is tho very
Il al
love me-you are true to me and yet
YOU do not know me- ] am Maurice,
your cousin; the sailor boy who parted
from you under the chestnut trees,
seven weary years ago. When. the AL
batrOss was burned, ! was saved by a
miracle. ! have had dangers and Rd-
ventures that would fill volumes; but
through all / have kept my vow, and ac
cOmpIish my purpose. l have won both
wealth and renOwn, and I am here to
lay them at your feet. A year ago, I
started homeward, but fever struck me
down in Egypt, and the friend who
nUrsed me talked inCessantly of you.
Then and there ! resolved to return
under an assumed name, and if you
had forgotten me, to try and win back
your love. The very gods favored me,
for in Paris, when ! went one day to
fitting gift for you, TO my infinite sur
prise, | stumbled upon the old TrevaniOn
crescent. / persuaded the laPidary to
let me have it, and there 1t Is. Julia,
you have heard my story; look into my
face, and tell me if you know me---if
you can trust me-"
She was sobbing like Il child, but she
put out her hands to clasp his.
Oh, Maurice" she cried, letting her
queenly head drop upon his breast, "
know yeu, | trust you, and ] love you.
Thank heaven, you have come back to
me again ~
A week later, the two friends stood to-
gether.
Well, Walton, you won't refuse to
/ congratulate me, will yOu?" said Mau-
rice, extending his hand.
Not /, my dear fellow" cried the
young man, seizing the hand and giving
/ II a hearty shake. You are well
come to your queenly cousin. / have
found some one that will suit me better,
and must claim your good wishes III re-
turn"
why, old friend, this is good news,
( indeed; the one bitter drop in my cup of
/ bliss, was the fear that my success might
cause you pain. Who is the fortunate
( lady?'
i" Little Katie Of course. She won me
/ in spite of myself She is the bosom
/ friend OF your beautiful intended, and we
are all to be welded on the same day. -
says the programme"
And a brighter day never dawned.
/. The double marriage was celebrated at
RavenswOld, the old home of the Ire
vanions, and with the restoration Of the
diamond crescent was revived the waning
glory and renOwn of that time-honoTed
race.