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

The broad stretch of barren, sandy
shore, covered here and there with rag
ged TUFTS of scanty evergreens; boats
lying upon the strand like sleeping sea
monsters, on one side and on the other
the eternal roar of great white-crested
| billows, fiuging white showers OF spray
into the salt-scented air-this was what
Mrs. st. Leger saw, as she stood in the
piazza of the solitary hotel, with her
husband at her side.
" 1t it not grand, Beatrice 2"
She shuddered, and drew invOlUntariIy
nearer to him.
Yes; but oh, how dreary! how soIi-
tary -
People don't expect much society in
place like this, Beatrice; health Is the
main object for which we seek, and |
believe the roses are brighter already in
your cheeks, dearest wife, See how little
Nell is frolicking down on the shore with
the old boatman and his wife. Shall we
walk down and bring Nelly back ?"
20 You go, Alfred, and 1 will wait for
/ you in the paTlOr. Don't be long, for the
sun has already set and the air grows
chilly"
Little Nelly and her female companion
were alone on the shore when Mr.. St
Leger joined the greup-the bOatman had
strayed off in another direction to look
for a missing Oar-and the child ran
gleefully to meet him.
Papa, papa! see this pretty pink
sheI!'5
But Alfred st. Leger saw neither shell
nor child. He had grown suddenly pale,
then crimson.
d" Kathleen Morrison
The tall, pretty young woman threw
the scarlet shawl back from her head, as
she bowed. $50 you haven't forgotten
our filtration, Mr.. st. Leger? And you
are married, and this is your little girl.
How time passes"
st. LegeT drew deep sigh of relief as
Kathleen broke into light laughter. If
he could but have seen the cruel smile
upon her mocking lips he would scarcely
have carried so light heart in his
bosom. y
Mamma, Kathleen says it's the pref
tiest Place-a cave, where the sand is like
silver and the little pink and purple
out in half an hour. She often goes"
Nelly's cheeks were in flame, aid
her blue ewes sparkling with excitement.
Mrs. St. Leger looked languidly up from
| her book.
r'Is it quite safe, Kathleen"
"Quite so, ma'am; Well be back by
| tea-time."
Then I may 90, mamma ?"
" If Kathleen will take great care of
you, pet"
The purple light faded into gray, and
| the gray into starry darkness, and the
moon rose up solemnly over the tides,
and they did not return.
! "Oh, Kathleen, I am so tired. Take
me back to mamma"
| " Hush, child We're going where the
| sun shines all the year round. and you
| shall gather ripe oranges from the Jrees
and the parrots are redder than peonies
Just wait a minute"
And can l have 8 monkey ?"
"Twenty, if you like"
But will mamma be there ??
No; but we'll send her a monkey ir
a letter"
Nelly laughed at the idea but the
next minute her cheeks grew pale again
/ want my mamma, Kathleen.
don't care for the monkeys and the
parrots any more, I want my mamma
Kathleen did not answer. She wa!
intently watching the movements of ;
large vessel lying at a little distance GU
at sea. Suddenly a tiny white pennoI
futte1ed out, and was instantly with
drawn.
&c The saints be blessed !" muttereC
Kathleen. 4" began to think it would
never come. Nelly, darling, here's th'
boat; jump in.
Are we going to mamma ,"
Yes, yes-jump in, quick"
And Kathleen's strong arm was pull
ing them out to sea in another instant.
As they ran up alongside the larg,
black hull of the vessel, a voice haileC
them.
lis it you, Kathleen? Where's tn
child?"
Here"
q" The ladder will be lowered in d min
ute. l tell you what, my girl, yeU'v
shown courage to day"
The athletic young tar greeted he
with a hearty kiss as she stood besid
him; but her cheek was cold as ic
as little Nelly clung, terrified, to he
skirts.
4 am revenged :" was the first, tn
last, the only thought that whirle,
through her brain.
And when, the next morning. long al
ter the outward bound SARDINIA wa
| spreading her white sails TO the breeze
the little boat drifted ashore, Peopl
, Whispered to one another that old Nor
son daughter and the golden-haired iii
tie girl were lost at sea.
Ten years afterwards, Kathleen Nor
son-a childless widow, Hstless exil
now upon a foreign shoTe-was standin
: at her door where the glowing Italia
2 sunshine streamed down through bio
? sOming vines.
= The saints protect us from such
grim face as yours, kathlina :" cried
E neighbor, balancing a basket of fish c
S her head, as she tTipped by. Don't 20
want to hear bit of news p