The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1879-10-02
JACOUEMINOT ROSES.


1t all came about in this way. OF
course it was wicked, and outrageous,
and ungrateful, and all that, but then
it was so sudden that she really did not
know what had happened. And then,
why in the world should the Professor
object to Adrian, in whom there was
neither spot nor flawP The man selfishly
wanted TO keep the child himself, and
after him the deluge! Yes, it came
about in this way He had adOred her
so long. At first at such an awful dis
tance-s' the desire of the moth for the
STAR her uncle Redmond used to call
it in his evil way; but another person
might have said it was the pure and ar
dent passion of a young soul for its
counterpart. And certainly that ex-
quisite being, so fair, so frail, half hu-
man, half seraphic, was only the count
erpart of this fiery, turbulent boy, so
strong, and so tender, too, for all the
vehemence of his impulses, so noble,
and 50 lofty in his ideals. OF course no
young girl of Elias ace could have
looked at his face, could have heard his
voice, and not have felt strange at
traction, for his beauty was as extraor-
dinary as the sweetness of his tones.
" "Beauty!p growled the uncle Red
mOnd, when some one said so. ssHe
looks like the child of an organ-grinder.
Doubtless he was filched by some pa
drone from some peasant. -
Sand what of thatP'' said the aunt
Redmond, fully in favor of the affair.
=" Some people might prefer to be the
children of Roman peasants, with all
their Roman history and ancestry behind
them, rather than to be the children of
parvenus here
% Tooral-looral!" was the reply-a
customary one in such case.
But little did Ella care whether those
long black lashes darkened the eyes of
Roman or Saxon-they were Adrian s
eyes, her lovers, the only eyes that had
ever looked into hers, and the light of
the world was in them. 1t was not his
beauty, after all, that touched her heart :;
it was his sonality-himself. If he
had been born in ruin on the Cam
pagna, he would have been no more in
teresting than now as the son of fish
ing merchant on the Jersey shore, an
undergraduate of the college where her
uncle Redmond was part of the facul-
ty, and, in his own conceit, very i'm
portant part.
As for Adrian, he had seen the girl
coming into church, had met her at col
lege festivals, had watched her walking
in the gardens He knew her name and
often strolled under her windows; once,
indeed, he sent band there to breathe
out music in the soft, dead dark of the
night, and uncle Redmond growled
something about throwing the Revised
Statutes at their heads, till the aunt pro-
pitiated him by wondering if the sere-
nading were on account of his great
Il ~ al i, &
was at distance. He had not dared
approach her; had not dared speak to
her; had not dreamed of following her
Ella" he softly said to himself
s'True. She is one of the Elle-people
she is not for me; she is of the fairy.
folk, and 1 am of the earth, earthly
And you would have said that he be
lieved it, although it was but the ex
preston of his reverence, of his sense
her separation from grosser things of life
But one sunset, in crossing public
square, with the shadows of trees dark
ening the walks almost to twilight, he
saw her moving hurriedly along just be-
fore him, themselves the only people tC
be seen in the square. Z" She does not
touch the earth, she floats" he said
But as he thought it, a drunken creature
started from the shadows and reeled up
letIlllS lilbO DtI AdCes WullC Sut SuItllk
back with a slight sudden cry. With
bound Adrian was there; his arm fell
and the offender assuredly touched the
earth, whatever Ella did. Then h,
bent with bare head before her half al
instant, stood aside for her to pass on
and followed again, only Mt respectful
distance.
She was coming down the steps from
the Presidents reception when he mex
saw her, her uncle waiting for her below
her aunt seldom going out in the col
lege society. President Rex alway
gave rather gorgeous receptions, though
so far as flowers and music went; h
feasted the spiritual part, at any rate
and, for the rest, let weak tea and lem
Onade go as far as they would. Flower
ing plants lined the passages and stair
ways; and as in her pearly gauzes sh
descended all alone into the dark, sh
looked To him, ascending, like the spiri
of the flowers and of the music behin
her. She held n sprsSy of white roses in he
hand. She never knew what made her
she thought of it afterward, shocked AM
Mortified ut herself, at her want of maid
enlineSs and modesty, and her face red
dened, and her tears started in the lone
ly night-hut she held out the spray G
white roses, and gave it to him with a
enchanting smile, and went down as h
went up. And he-he also never kne'
what brazen boldness, what wild daring
possessed him when he stepped to he
side as she walked home from churc
next day, and said, ''May give you m
name in exchange for your rOseP" An
although he had but introduced himsel
he somehow took to heart the literal il
depreciation of his words, and, in a vii,
eager, silent way, considered himself el
gagged to her from that moment, wheth,
She were engaged to him or not; al
grown bold thenceforth, he always callC
her in his thoughts his Rose. One da
speaking with her-for after that the
often met-he called her so aloud, al
she was in no wise startled; it came
naturally, as if she had known, of cours
that the sun was going to rise, and th
was the first rosy CLEAN Of dawn. \
following it came little alterations of j.
and terror. Perhaps he would n
have dared to call me so,'' she though
N her shame-faced humiliation, q. if
had not been so forward Perhaps