The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1879-09-25

Mdlle. Beaton recovered rapidly from
her accident, but not too rapidly to pre-
vent Victor from becoming well ac-
quainted with her during his visits of
He became the attendant
of AIdlle. BeatOn and her mother, a wild
ow, during their walks, and finally was
the sole companion of Beatrice on al
most all occasions. 1t was not long be-
fore he seemed TO have fallen heir to ma
lures greatest and most troublesome |
legacy to man.
Beatrice and her mother stood arm-in- |
arm at a window as Victor sauntercd |
towards the house after q stroll. Mime. |
Beaton's gaze rested on him.
" beatrice, my love" said she, ''yOu |
had better sit on the veranda, where 1t is |
cooler. am going up stairs for a.few
minutes
The two exchanged chances, and as
Mime. Beaton moved off in one direction
Beatrice floated towards two chairs
standing so close together that they
seemed to have caught some of the low
ing spirit of the happy couple who had
last occupied them. Before Victor had
reached the house the young girl had
concealed the unromantic form of one
of the chairs behind her gauzy but am
pie skirts and was already become a
part of the scene. As Victor assembled
the steps and his eyes met those of
Beatrice, a graceful yet slight movement
of her hand seemed to invite him to a
seat by her side. The chair was still
close to her. She did not move it nor
did Victor as he seated himself. He no
ticed the calm repOse with which the
moonlight invested the girls form, save
that the amber beads of her necklace
rose and fell as lightly as when they
were kissed by the waves eff the Baltic
Sea; and he became so absorbed that
he started when Beatrice said, ''We go
to town in a few days.
$50 soon!" exclaimed Victor.
| g Yes, - Beatrice replied, sadly g yet I
| / like this place so much. Perhaps
perhaps it is because of the pleasant ac-
| quaintances 1 have formed here.''
Victor sighed.
g L think 1 also will be obliged to
leave,'' he murInured.
''Oh, viii you?'' cried Beatrice, eager
ly. "Will you go to town with mamma
and me P''
"Oh, yes, certainly answered Vic
tor.
"Then that is settled, - exclaimed the
young girl as she arose, shook out her
skirts and with them a cloud of per-
! lulllCs LEU us bl1CIl ~ OOWlA " lAAC DIOOh
once more while it is moonlight"
Arm-in-arm they walked slowly down
the path that led to the stream. The
, touch of that soft hand lying on his arm
and the sweep of the light skirts about
him as they moved gently thrilled Vic
tor, and he felt that after all women
would average better than men, and
that the airy, gentle creature at his side,
fond of Irritation as she might be, would
; need to be wooed shyly and won almost
in spite of herself.
!; AS they reached the creek Beatrice
seated herself ON the grassy bank and
Victor reclined lazily beside her. OPP
pOsite to them the moon was going
down, and its reflection in the water
seemed TO be a gently-swaying bridge of
silver inviting them to pass over it into
a lovers paradise beyond = albeit it
might be FOOLS paradise.
q shall never forget this brook where
you caught nue. as if l were a mermaid,
Monsieur ParlenOn,'' said Beatrice.
g You must have thought me silly that
day
Victor raised his hand depreca-
tingly.
you think me silly?"
Remember my infirmity, mademoi-
] StllCs dIiSWCICu lGlOI SdOuI-
Pardon me" she responded. 90
am very needless. You are the last one
to whom I would give pain and she
paused. Then she continued, "But it
seems as if / had received more light
within few weeks
: And sweetness, too" added Victor.
"And light and sweetness, according
to the poet, are all that modern soul
needs. y
1t seems to me,'' murmured Beat
trice, ''as if there were something more
Z needed"
Z" And that isP''
" Why, love. Don't you believe in
, love, Monsieur ParlenOn?'
"Oh, yes; of course. Every body
does, you know. Are you in love,
mademoiselle?
5 4" Yes-why-I don't know. What do
you mean, monsieur"
Victor made no response, and Beatrice
: continued: I" You startled me so when
? you asked me that Somehow am not
! my own self tonight
| 4" Whose self are youP'' asked Victor.
2 % Some ones else"
Her beautiful eyes met his gaze, a
: softly murmured eyes - escaped her
lips and she half put up her mouth for
, a kisS-the most delicate way in which
woman can express her love, as
Beatrice well knew.
There was no need of further inger-
l ing by the creek, and the pair took their
way to the pension, Beatrice hanging on
Victor's arm in all the glory of full pos
5 session. They parted at the foot of the
stairs with simple g Good night" AS
Beatrice reached the top of the staircase
she looked down and seeing Victor gaz-
ing thoughtfully after her she threw him
a kiss and disappeared. She entered
z her mothers room and threw herself
breathless into a chair.
, We'll, Beatrice" cried Mime. Beaton
inquiringly.
"He is as good as married to me,
mother
Thank heaven,' exclaimed the wild
ow devoutly, that much is off my
hands,
Women are privileged to jump at con-
clusions except in the exact sciences ;
, and marriage is not yet an exact science.
{ Victor passed an uneasy night, and
his mind was filed with regrets.
The next morning Nine. Beaton
searched for and caught Victor before
breakfast. She made an attempt to en-
brace him crying:
Monsieur Parlenon, Victor, the dear
girl has told me all and am so happy,
so proud
ITO what do you referP'' he STAN
mered.
"To what do I referP'' she repeated.
SIS it possible you have been trifiing
with my child's affections. But no; it
can not be; the very thought would kill
me-
al am afraid, Madame Victor man