The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1877-08-23

what Mr.. Mount Eald about them,
/ repeated Aunt Janet vaguely; "why,
what did he say? ?'
Why, that they were forever in the
street, and so late at night. Don't you
remember? He said he ran against
them one evening down town, after 10
O'Clock"
Aunt Janet was silent, her thoughtful
eyes resting on the children at their
books. Had she needed them at all, she
would have seen LIS face flush, and
her finger twitch nervously, as she leafed
over her grammar. Chow could they
have heard itT' said the aunt, at last.
"Who could have told them 2''
Anna said something, and then aunt
Janet spoke again, but Liz heard not
word. a deadly battle was raging in the
little girls heart. Charlie heard her Ia
bored breathing, and, looking up, saw
that her face had turned very pale. She
rose, and, stepping towards her aunt,
paused behind Charlie's chair.
"Aunt Janet" she said.
The words were so faint that they were
UnnOticed.
AUNT Janet" getting step nearer,
The Lady turned her eyes. "You did
what ?''
al told them. I told Sarah Dyer
what Mr.. Mount said"
There was a dead silence And then
aunt Janet's eyes flashed righteous indig.
nation.
"And my niece is a tale-bearer, is
she ," she said, at length. "Go to your
room, Elizabeth, and don't leave it till
tomorrow. Stop moment" she added,
as the girl in silence prepared to obey.
Do you know what you have dOne2
Do you know that you can't be trusted
any more ?-that people viii be afraid to
speak before you after this:
The tea-things were put in their places
and then Anna brought her sewing and
book, and read and sewed by turns.
But there was no more talk. Aunt
Janet sat in silence by the fire, and Anna
knew that the burden of her thoughts
MY piece talebearer My niece
q talbeaTer!'
And Charlie was going over
g THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE"
Cannon to the right of them,
Cannon to the left of them,
Cannon in front of them,
YOlleyed and thundered.
StOrmed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of death,
Into the m )uth of hell,
Rode the six hundred
an u6 6ACldlUCu FT1Gu SuLuu5lASuls
q men are brave, though aren't they,
Anna?"
Some men are" she answered coolly,
q and some are brave who are not men,"
Boys! that's 50. I think PdhaYe faced
the music about as well as"
Z" didn't mean you l was thinking
of little girl"
GA grill" with round, wondering
eyes. " What girl, pray ?" Then, after a
pause, g Do you mean Liz ?"
Liz" he began, as they walked in
company to school the next morning,
the little girl in advance, with her hat
drawn very much over her face Liz,
what made you tell on yourself ike that
last night"
al couldn't help it," she answered,
without turning her head. She faced
about presently, bringing Charlie to a
stand and then he saw that the little
freckled face was very pale, with dark
rims under the eyes. couldn't help
il" she repeated. "To hear Door aunty
say, Who could have told them p and
there I sat, not three yards of, and she
no more suspecting me than she did that
saucer I couldn't bear it. It was too
much like what you call sailing under
false colors,' Charlie"
But, Charlie" she went on in a
shaky voice, "do you think il will be
so-as aunty said VIII people never
want me about, for fear of my telling
taIes?"
That depends" he answered. She
looked up inquiringly but said no more,
and they trudged on in silence. A new
train of ideas had been started in
Charles mind, and many a curious
glance he threw at his little companion.
There was something about her he
didn't quite understand poor, ignorant,
gossiping, headlong Liz; with her snub
! nose and her freckles, and all in such
| framing of elflOcks; something in her
steady look, and in the way she carried
her head, that he had never noticed be-
! fore. And then, too, for the first time ia
| his life, Charlie began to doubt himself.
From time to time the query would
come. d" Would Ihave done it? Would
Ihave owned up in that way?"
They had reached the schOOl-hOuse,
and LIS hand was on the lock, when
Charley, spriDging up the steps, stopped
her for moment.
Liz" he said, in low voice, but
very earnestly, you don't mean to tell
any more, do you ?"
"What, tales?"
eyes"
Her eyes answered, though she spoke
slowly--Liz was learning to weigh her
words
'F Never ?"