The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1877-06-07
CHAPTER ".

Julia TrevaniOn. What a gorgeous
name, suggestive of all manner of love
illness. ] should imagine the possessor of
this name a rare brunette, richly dark,
with luscious hues on cheek and lip, and
eyes like the depths of an Arctic night"
You have drawn her portrait out
and out. Are you clairvOyant, or have
you seen her ?'
" No, neither-I have dreamed of her,
rather, till my very fancy grows prescient.
Shall we fight duel, Walton, if chance
to win this fair Iady's favor ?'
" For a single instant, Captain Frank
WaltOn's handsome blonde face dark
ened, and a sudden flash lit his eye.
" So you aremy rival" he said. " Poor
return for my friendship, BelmOre."
Well have fair contest, old fellow,
and he who wins may wear"
"Then you're determined to enter the
lists ?''
'Iam!"
If I had known as much l might
have left you to die beneath the shadow
of the Pyramids, instead of nursing you
back to life, and bringing you here to
suPPlant me-"
His companion faced him, with a visit
full expression in his eyes.
Walton" he said Z" you are my best
friend don't let this thing come between
us. I'll be frank with you. From the
moment l first heard her name, to win
this peerless woman has been the one
dream of my heart. / shall try hard to
accomplish it, you may be sure"
And you'll succeed" Walton broke
in; there's no fail in your vocabulary.
But we won't fall out, old boy ; here is
my hand, and here comes the heiress.
Don't you detect that OrdOr of hello
trOpe ? it always precedes her
The two young men stood near the en-
trance of a magnificent green house,
from whose dim TeCesses h0ated the
siIvery splash of fountains and the
breath of untold blossoms.
1t was at RavenswOld, the old county
seat of the TrevaniOns, at an entertain
ment given in honor of Miss TrevaniOn's 5
return from Italy. She had been tray-
cling for over five years. in company
with her uncle and at last, grown weary
of rambling and sightseeing, she had
come back to take possession of her old
home and fortune. BOnifant, the house
keeper, had orders to make ready for an
entertainment on the night after her re-
turn and now the invited guests were
awaiting their hostess.
q Hist, here she comes" whispered
Walton. drawing back into the shadow
of an aloe-tree. Now, BelmOre, open
| your eyes and look upon goddess for
| amid wOmankind, Julia TrevaniOn has
! no equal. / met her in Rome last win
| ter, and she was divine. Heavens, she is
] lovelier than ever! Look, BelmOre -
4 queenly form, royal in every curve
and motion, clad in let black velvet, with
creamy laces at the throat and wrists,
/ and single solitary diamond burning
on the clasp that held her girdie; q face
| dark and brilliant as A trOpiC rose
crowned by massive waves of blue-blaCB
hair, amid whose dusky splendOr g'Owed
| a ruby star. That was Julia Trevanion
She came down the saloon with the ali
of an empress, receiving and welcoming
her guests right and left. Walton seized
his friends arm, and struggled through
the crowd until he reached her side
She recognized him with a Fl fItterini
smile. and held out her hand.
g am glad to see you, Captain Wal
ton" she said, her voice as sweet anC
clear a. the note of thrush. 1t i
both fatteIing and gratifying to NEE
YOU in the foremost ranks of the friend
who are here to welcome me-
You overwheIm me with kindness
Miss Trevanion. And here is my bes
friend, whom l have brought all the wa
from Egypt to make your acquaintance
thereby securing for myself a most dan
gerous rival. l am not a selfish man
you perceive, Miss Trevanion Shall
present him?
The heiress bowed cordially, at tn
same time flashing a rapid glance owe
the new conner.
He was a very prince among men
and as her eye swept his noble, firmly
knit figure and handsome face, a fain
flush deepened the rose-hue on he
cheeks, and something like real interes
frightened the depths Of her u1aghi6cen
eyes.
, Z" Miss Trevanion, my friend, Nj
; Randolph Belmore."
The gentleman bowed deeply over tn
; exquisite hand that lay for a moment /
, his own.
E q am very happy to meet you, NJ
/ Beimore, l hope you will find the ever
I ing pleasant. Do, Captain Walton
= make your friend acquainted with som
e of these charming ladies. See they al
streaming in by dozens you cannot ia
e to be pleased, Mr.. BelmOre, no matte
r how fastidious your taste may be"
/ Begging your pardon, Miss Ireva
2 ion, Mr.. BelmOre, ike myself, is sWo'
p +O the vyorshiD of but one idol