The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1879-05-29

beneath the trees and q large umbrella
to shield her from the sun when it was
her pleasure to ramble along the road.
He named his sail boat Lillian after her.
bought pony and pbeton and placed
them st her service, swung her for hours
in the hammock which hung in the or.
chard, and listened with patient, heart
felt sympathy to her longing Tor her
blue-eyed boy.
Blessed if it ain't too bad :" said he
one day (they were sitting beneath the
catslpa trees), as the little widow pressed
her lace handkerchief to her eyes to dry
the tears that sprung to them Just after
she had remarked that the tWittering of
the dear little birds was so like q baby's
voice" darned if it amt Couldn't
you git him away from the folks Pears
to me l couldn't refuse you anything
when you clasp your hands and looE at
me with tears in your eyes"
sob, captain" sobbed the sorrowing
mother, Z" there are very few people in
the world like you, very few. You are
one in thousand-yes, five thousand.
But l never had chance to appeal to
them personally. was very i'll when
when they took my darling away, and
letters, and letters, with no matter how
much feeling we write them, are so
cold,"
Why don't you try personally, ,
then asked the captain, swinging her
dainty parasol about, to the imminent
danger of the carefully carved handle.
She blushed, cast down her yellow-brown
eyes, raised them again, looked him in
the face like a child resolved to tell the
truth, however painful it may be- and
said "I have no money wherewith 20
pay nay passage to england. Under
stand me, I would willingly, most will
lingly, be a steerage passenger, a stew
ardess, any nything-snything to bring me
near my child. But coming to them
save as befitted the wife of their son and
brother, my husbands proud family
would certainly disown me, and Ahould
be alone in strange land, more heart
sick than ever"
q Well, if the want of moneys all, y
Clied her honest lover, "that's easily
settled. Pll give you the money to go
in bang-up style, and--"
But here he stopped in amazement,
for Mrs. Montgomery Montague had
risen from her seat and drawn her small
figure to its fullest height. "SiI, do not
| insult me-" she said, with trembling lips.
" Insult you" cried the captain,
springing to his feet-''insuIt you, my
dear woman Inever dreamed of such q
| thing"
81 But you offended me--money," she
stammered.
And was about offering you my
hand and hesrt-that's the way they put
it in love stories, don't they Will you
marry me, Lillian and then, if you
choose, we'll go together for the boy"
Generous man p said the widow, a
tear stealing down her pretty cheek.
{" But don't you see that that would
never do? could never plead for my
child as the wife of Captain Hottop.
1t must be as the widow of Montgomery
Montague"
" Blessed if you amt right, +" exclaimed
| the captain, looking at her admiring Y.
Well, promise to marry me when you
return. Do Lillian. No one could love
you better than I.
When I return p
Yes, for surely my promised wife can
accept part of the fortune that will be
all hers when she is really my wife, with
out anybody. Darn it, nobody need
know. viii you, Lillian ?''
will" she said.
' viii what, my precious ?" he asked,
smiling.
Everything" she answered; and
turned and fed like bashful girl, after
he had clasped her in his arms and given
her kiss in true sailor fashion.
And by the very next Ateamer Mrs.
Montgomery Montague started for Eng
land, with a valuable solitaire diamond
engagement ring glittering on her pretty
hand, q check for $500 in her silver
portmonnaie, and many useful and or
namental farewell gifts from the ladies
of the Spooner household. The ladies
felt all their old interest in her revive,
now that she had gone away indeed, "a
Mrs. Dusenberry informed the eighty
year old grandfather of the youth who
famed her on the afternoon of Mrs.
Montague's arrival She was much
too lovely, and made me quite jealous of
you, you false man."
And Miss Isabella Spooner hung her
picture of young Montgomery, that
babelet fair" in the parlor, and wresthed
| it with daisies. " Heaven grant that
we may see the darling himself soon ?''
she said, with piteous emphasis.
But they never did. For q couple of
weeks after the widows departure, Well
lington Octoper burst in upon them all
as they were playing croquet on the
| lawn, scattering the balls III all direc-
tiods.
"Sold, by graciousI" shouted he.
"What7' asked Miss SpOoner, Drop
ping her mallet, A million tierces OF
lard and twice as many pigs, I suppose.
murmuTed Mrs. DusenbeTry, leaning in
an unconscious manner against the
| shoulder of her partner.
| &c Gha1a q fraud Yea-a - continued the
pork merchant.
"Who?" they all cried this time.
"The widow, Mrs Montgomery Mon.
tague, that is, Mrs. Maria J. Thompson
Yes-s."
Maria J.-Jsne, 1 suppose. A sweet
NAME" said Mrs. Dusenberry.
g A fraud, sir What do you mean
sir7 What do you mean % beloved
Captain Hottop, as though through 8
speaking trumpet, flush overspreading
his weather bronzed face.
Just what I say, captain. Yes-s, q
answered the pork merchant. " It ought
to be the first of ApriI-it Ought-for
by lingo, there never was such q sell
The only truth she told was when she said
she was widow. So she is. Yes-s. The
widow of Jack Thompson, celebrated
mince and pumpkin pie makeri in Chicago
| met bis brother on the street to-day
He's q pork merchant. And she nevel
had any children"
Not even q blue-eyed boy ?' gasPeC
the csptsin.
Not even blue eyed boy. Yes sI'
said Wellington Octoper.