The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1877-06-07
THE TREvANION CRESCENT.
ATALE IN FIVE CHAPTERS.
CHAPTER I.

CHATTER i.
"Julia, you know you love mel"
The speaker was a handsome, proud
faced youth, wearing the garb of a mid
shipman; the scene, a long stretch of
grassy lawn, shopping downward to the
sea, in the north of England, and noble
forest of chestnut on its southern edge,
beneath whose rustling shadow a young
maiden sat. She laughed scOrnfully as
the confident assertion fell on her ear,
and sprang to her feet.
g You laugh" continued the young
midshipman, fiery glow mantling his
swarthy cheek; yet you dare not deny
it.
The girl faced him; her great oriental
eyes growing almost lurid in their bright
ness.
What do you mean" she demanded,
haughtily.
"Just what l say-that you love me,
mask your true feeling, and send me
when you know that years must pass be-
fore we ever meet again"
For a single instant the girls scarlet
lip quivered, and her cleaning eyes
sOftened. The youth observed it, and
caught her hand, his own face glowing
with eXultatiOn.
" You are elenting! !" he cried; " l
thought you did not mean it. Oh, my
love, my darling, my peerless, beautiful
Julia say that you will be true to me
give me your word that you will be
mine, when / come back to lay my name
and hOnOrs at your feet ?"
But despite the quiver about her
lovely mouth, she shook her head.
"No, Maurice" she replied, firmly;
" | shall make no promises; uncle has
forbidden it, and l must obey him. And
it is best. True love needs no vows or
letters to keep it faithful. Go your
way, win your name and your hOnOrs,
and when you return you shall have my
answer.
shall return to RavenswOld to find
you already welded, the bride of some
tOrtune-seeker, perhaps" retOrted Maui
rice, bitterly.
"Then you'll forgive and forget me.
Good bye, Maurice "
She held out her hand, resoluteIy
maintaining her calm selfcOmmand,
though the effort paled her very lips.
The midshipman clasped and carried it
to his lip.
ooh, Julia !" he cried, his eagle eyes
dimming with tears, " how can you be
| so heartless We have loved each other
from our childhood up. Your dying
mother put your hand in mine, and gave
ms one to the other; and now, because
you are rich, and / am penniless. you
will cast me off. But am a Trevanion
as we'll as yourself; and mark my words,
/ the day will come, shall come, when your
gold can make no difference between
us!
The difference is merely imaginary
| now, Maurice"
Her calm, quiet voice cooled his throb-
bing blood.
'FThen why will you not promise to
become my wife when l return ?"
8 My uncle has forbidden it."
q Yes. he intends to double your for
tune in the marriage market; but you,
at least, can give me some little token
to assure me that l shall not be forgot
ten?"
She drew a tiny jewel handled knife
from her pocket, and severing one of the
! long, loose ringlets that streamed upon
her shoulders, handed it to him.
Now, are you content" she said, "Or
shall / give you this ?' lifting, as she
spoke. a quaint golden crescent, set with
seven blazing diamonds, that swung from
a gold chain she wore about her neck.
The young man seized the shining
tress and carried it to his lips.
"NO, no." he cried exultantly;
wouldn't exchange this precious ringle
for every jewel the house of TrevanioI
boasts. A thousand thanks my beauti
full darling. 1t shall be my talisman, t
inspire me with noble ambition. Blu
bark, there are the signal guns! we sal
at three / must be off. Farewell Julia
As sure as God lives, and live, l shall
return and WOO you for my bride, ant
) win you too GOOd-byep
He caught her hands, pressed them t
, his lips, and against his thrObbing heart
and the next minute he was gone.
Julia returned to her seat beneath tn
chestnut shadows, and turning her fac
, seaward, fell into deep meditation. FO
r ten wears this Maurice Trevanion ha
/ been her companion, playmate, brother
? lover. all combined. Her dying mothe
had ioined their hands, and bade ther
? love each other; but her uncle an
: guardian, possessing more foresight an
l worldly wisdom, had forbidden the eI
} gagement.
's'TwiIl be like j fetter in comm
wears" he said; "you are not sure
. your own heart yet; twill be tim
= enough to accept 'Murice when he hs
= won his laurels."
:; And Julia had hardened to his az
:, vice, and Maurice had gone. a litt
p stinging thorn, ofunrest remOrse, pierce
:, her heart, as she sat there in the closing a
d ternoen, watching the gorgeous trail (
5 the sunset on the distant sea. POC
/ Maurice, no one else would ever love ht
/ as entirely as he did Yet the Worl
It was ali before her, the enchanted, III
is tired world, with its honors and houag.
e and she was only sixteen, and the heir
V q fine fortune and q proud name. VIII.
conguests awaited her in the future