The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1880-03-18

And the next morning, when Della
carried up Mrs. Clements breakfast,
her boarder lay cold and still upon the
pillows.
The first shock over, Della wrote
directly to the lawyer of whom she had
heard Mrs. Clement speak as having
charge of her affairs, begging him to
notify that lady's relatives, if she had
any. In reply, Mr.. Wills wrote: The
late Mrs. Clement appears to have no
near relatives. Some distant cousins,
who, having an abundance of this
worlds goods, yet served her shabbily
when she tested their generosity, as she
has tried yours, are all that remain of
her family. In the meantime, 1 enclose
you copy of her last will and testa-
ment, to peruse at your leisure
What interest does he think take
in Mrs. Clements viii, :" thought Della;
but read, nevertheless:
Being of sound mind, this 10th day of
June, IS, 1, Della ROgerson Clement, do
hereby leave one hundred dollars to each of
my cousins; and bequeath the residue of
my property-Yiz., thirty thousand dollars
invested in the Ingot Mining Company, fifty
thousand in Fortune Flannel Mills, and my
jewels, to the beloved niece of my first hus-
band, John Rogerson. DELLA ROGERSoN,
of CrOftsborOugh, Maine.
"For was a stranger, and ye took me in /;
hungry, and ye fed me; sick, and ye minis
tered unto me.''
Goodness alive!'' cried the neigh
bOrs, when the facts reached their ears.
What a profitable thing it is to take
boarders! Every body in town viii be
trying it. OF course Steve Langdon
will come home and marry her, if she
were forty old maids. You may stick a
pin in there!"
Della did not open her house to board
ers the next season. She found enough
to do in looking after her money and
spending it; in replying to letters from
INDECENT people, who seemed to increase
alarmingly; in receiving old friends,
who suddenly found time to remember
her existence. And, sure enough,
among the rest appeared Steve Lang
| don, and all the village said: &c told
you sol"
"It's not my fault that you and I are
single yet, Delia,'' he said.
" And we are too old to think of q
change now, Steve"
q Nonsense! It's never too late to
mend. I'm not rich, Dealia; but I've
enough for two and to spare"
{" wouldn't be contented not to drive
in my carriage and have servants under
me nOw,n laughed Della.
" Indeed? Then perhaps you have q
better match in view. Capt. Seymour
asked me, by the way, if 1 had come tC
interfere with Squire Jones's interest. )
eyes? Squire Jones proposed to m,
last week"
&" Now, see here, Della. Have come
all the way from Melbourne on fool
errand? There 1 was growing used t.
my misery and loneliness, when the
mail brings me in a letter in a strange
hand which tells me that my dear love
Della ROgerson, loves and dreams of mt
still, is poor and alone and needs me
me! And the letter is signed by he
aunt, Mrs. Clement, who ought to know
1 packed my household goods ano
came
"I'm glad you did"
g In order that 1 may congratulate
Squire Jones. -
s'But I haven't accepted him. Il
fact-I've refused him-because-''
Because you will marry your OlC
love, like the lass in the song, Delia?''
In Croftsborough people are not ye
tired of telling how a woman mad
money by taking boarders.-Afrs. MGT.
N. Prescott, IN the Independent.