The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1879-05-01
The TILF-ROOM At DEADWOOD.

For twenty years the old mansion at
Deadwood, with its gables, muliioned
doorways and embayed windows, bad
stood unoccupied. Colossal elms swept
over it, rank shrubbery hid its lower
windows, and lush grasses and weeds
sw8mpe,I the garden, yet still the place
was beautiful. 1t is said 70 have been
built after magnificent estate in Wales +;
but no one remembered its origin. 1t
stood on a great hillside overlooking the
sea, and sailors and boatmen going by
always looked up at it as something pic
turesque and grand.
The mansion stood solitary, yet was
but bah mile from the viilsge by the
river crossing the plain beneath, and
when, after this great trial of its indie
structibleness human life appeared there,
it wss Immediately discovered by the
surprised villagers. Halt a score of men
had moved their way up the front door,
had set every chimney smoking from the
great fires built below, had hacked and
hewed mercilessly at the Overgrowth Of
intrusive shTubbery, and finally a car~
risge had come bringing a air young
girl with q mulatto attendant.
g l think it's-iJ's fearsOme like, don't
you, Miss Qaeenle2'
" Nonsense; it's delightfully."- antique
and romantic. Only Pm not going to
live in the dark. Tell the men to cut
down these IOcusts, Patty; they shut out
the sun and are worm>eaten beside. Oh,
it's going 10 be lovely here Patty! Pll
have those walks leading down to the
gate just blazing with tulips in a
month"
" What viii you do for company, Miss
Queenie ?"
ooh, Guy is coming the first of May"
1t was early in April then. The brave
young heiress of DeadWood took boldly
hold of the work in hand. She called
sunlight in through curtains OF white
lace She hung the chamber walls with
rose-cOlored paper. She spread bright
rugs over the black walnut floors and
filed the rooms with graceful bamboo
and softly cushioned furniture. And
when her little dot was quite expended
upon further details OF china, books and
statues, the girl sat down to enjoy the
home she had made.
It was the first she had ever had and
already her homeless life rested in it
with a feeling o satisfaction which had
been found in no other source.
q am glad Guy is poor, because now
I can give him a home with myself
she muImuTed over her wedding clothes
which she was embroideTing. "He shall
have a buggy, and pick up nice prac>
tice at the Villsg5; and SO we have our
good prospects alter ALL"
Fer the matrimonial prospects Of these
young people of eighteen a1d twenty
TWO had looked doletul, very doleful,
until the woman suddenly rose equal to
the emergency,
'DeadwoOd is mine, you say, Mr.,
Q1ilis?" she said to the lawyer.
q Yes"
And it won't sell and it won't let.
And I have only five hundred dollars of
interest money in bank stock 2''
Just so"
Then I will live at Deadwood."
"AIone 2'
"Wel, yes, for the present; Patty
and l." with a smile, sweet, yet quiZzj-
csl, at the old lawyers dismayed face.
So far all had succeeded better than
she he'd dreaIned possible. She had made
the old mansion habitable and pleasant /;
and now if the fsllow land were brought
under mans hand, the hitherto unprof>
liable piece of property might even yield
an income for Miss E,inor St. Edgar and
her husband, Mr.. Quill declared.
But the things everybody expects sell
dom do happen after all, and the things
nobody ex pected to trsnspire are always
confronting US. After blithe letter of
invitation from his lady-love, Guy Blon-
del arrived at DeadwoOd one fine May
day, and found Queeuie, IS everybody
called her, so pale, so grave, so almost
speechless, that he was dumbfOunded.
Not single smile yet, Queenie
Why, what has come over you? Have
you seen q ghost p
TIE girl winked rs if he had struck
her
{" You do not believe in ghosts Guy p
- Certainly not no sensible person
Goes. But what hes changed you so,
Queenie? You chill and astonish me /;
you hsye altered 20 in few weeks And
I expected to find you perfectly tn
umphaut over your success and ready to
obey your directions and turn farmer,
doctor at once"
Guy, we never viii be married"
90 Qaeeuie p
Something has happened to change
al my pleasant hopes, Guy-something
strange and unexpected, yet none the
less conclusive" Then Queenie told
her story.
One OF the rooms, Guy, have not
touched or sltered-an apartment on
the ground floor, facing the north, I'm
ished with tile, and 50 cold, dark Snd
gloomy that I found it quite q hopeless
matter To nlske il healthy and pleasant
Xet Il iz Z handsome rOOn, with iniaid