The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1879-03-27

your shoulders And, mydear girl, Hook
to yonf steering. You have been send
ing the boat into curves like corkscrews
only did not want to disturb your
tete-a-tete.
Poor cousin Jackl She drew the
white shawl closely around her, chilled
not by the wind but by sudden pang
Of TemoTse, the foundation Of which wae
very small, but large enough to trouble
her peace.
What need to tell the inner history of
Madge's lie during the next few weeks
More and more she longed for freedom.
F1tzalIan was staying in the Eeighbor
hood and Yas frequently at the house,
and in the thousand little incidents of
everyday lite she knew he cared for her,
and honest Jack grew yet more distaste-
ful in her sight.
In due time came the second promised
pleasure. The family that had dlstin>
gulshed the name Of Jones. by the prefix
OF Ponsonby gave their party. Madge
was in her glory that night. One locker
on cailtd her charming another, the
mother of fair daughters, admitted her
expression was charming. but voted her
features plain. Mrs. PonsonbysJones
weighed down with bright-colored silk
and jewelry, ssid in her finest tone that
Mr.. Selwyn's ward would be quite q
femme d. esprit. Adadge had no lack of
society, but she kept place IN the con-
veTsation for awkward Jack Hawkesbury,
and her love of mischief was gratifed to
the full extent by his making of it what
he called haWible muddle." But the
I trivial triumphs and pleasures of the
night wee long forgotten by Madge-
before she lost one remembrance of a
scene that passed in the conservatory,
where the music was hushed by heavy
curtains, and there was only the soft
light Of a few dim lamps among the
masses of blossoms and dark green leaves.
She had lest the flower from her hair
one of her favoTite camelias-as she said, /,
/ promised, with Ponsonby Jones' permits
sion, to get her another with darling
bud too. She had placed his gift in her
hair, and she sat near the dewy glass,
saying it was cool there and she would
rest Fitzallen stood at little distance,
penknife in hand still, swinging careless
| ly the fan like leaf of q dwarf palm.
" If this were nearer, could fan you"
he said.
i" Thank you; I am tired rather than
hot"
Never in her lie before had Madge
| been so serious or go troubled as she was
now, in. the soft light among the cool
plants. within sound of the half hushed
music
"Will you do me a favor Y'' she in
quired, raising her gray eyes that shone
Tor moment with liquid brightness.
You have only to name it-I am at
your service"
His manner, unremantic to a studied
/ degree, made her feel Rll the more safe
in taking heart to speak, while she gave
him at the same time in generous meas
ure that most precious Offering to which
every noble hearted man entities him
self-a woman's respect.
4" I have seemed very happy tonight
Mr.. Fitzallen," she began in quiet, low
tone, the torn leaf trembling in her hand
and the color dying out of her face, but
I am in great trouble"
" Indeed am sorry to hear it." He
drew q little nearer, listening atten'
lively and helping her now and again by
a word Of encouragement.
Her story was 8 simple one she was tC
be married next month to her cousin
Mr.. Hawkesbury, She had dreaded ii
all her life, but it was her fate. And
then taking courage from the respectful
and almost pateTnal demeanor Of hel
listener, she made the frank confession
that she disliked her cousin because she
was forced to marry him and to thil
she added such s child-like entreaty not
to be thought too bad" that it mus
have required more than ordinary self
: control for FitZsllSn not to say some
thing that would have allowed the scent
to become a tender one but this b,
seemed determined to avoid, and so il
her simple way was the sadly perpleXet
girl that was pouring out her hesrt'
trouble to him.
"Wil you speak for ne to MI
: SelWyn," she said, as you are an oil
friend of his :? l can not reason as me-
do; but want you to try il there is an,
, way of release for me. Pray forgive N
: if am wrong in asking your interfel
l ence, but I am very Wretched her
came a burst of tears that must hav
! tried the listener sorely-'S and I mysel
have 50 often spoken to Mr.. Selwyn, an
r it is of no use. He always Gays m
t fathers will must be carried out; an
4 oh how wish I could do IT,"
l " It must be done, if possible" Fitz
: allen said. "But it would not be you
Z. fathers will to mar the happiness of you
g life or to put you IN bondage"
e s'Ohl if Mr.. SelwYn would only spea
s like that" said the girl sadly.
T "Well, I shall have a talk with him,
s said FitZallen, ana do my best for you
: happiness, though I would be sorry
q iDjure Hawkesbury's prospects. Let I
4 go back now there is a new piece b
e ginning. That is one of Rubenstein'
II Is it not ? 1 need not say you have don
me favor in granting me your conf
: dence"
n With that he drew aside the heav
J curtains, and they returned to dazzlin
Il light and bewildering music and NOV,
g ment OF the ballroom.
After that night Madge waited i
: anxiety to hear the result of FIIzallen
parley with her gual dian. Three day
Z passed, and note came nom him-onl
a lew words-saying that he had succeed
y ed at least so far as to win q promise tbs
= the matter should be considered. BJ
: Madge saw little good coming of hi
= Solwyn's considering" what seemed /
= be irrevOc9bly decided long ago.
Is At last it was the eve OF her hirtbda
ar tomorrow would be the dreaded da
!. and that morning Mr.. Selwyn had sa
te to her gravely but tenderly:
,e 4" My child, it has been the work
le many years for me to see to the fulfil
10 ment of your fathers last wish. He "
20 my best and dearest friend, and his Ii
s was g sad one. at least his dyiGg WI
n must be done. But I promise you hal
: piness-I do, indeed"
be But beyond that day Madge was u
AZ able to bear her hearts burden. 3
OF must tell him everything" she though
ce In the afternoon twilight, some tiI
be after Mr.. Selwyn had returned hon
ht she found him sslesp in his arm chair