The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1880-10-28

realms Of heaven, with the clear,
fute-like tones, only to be recalled
to earth, On its dying echoes, by the
laundering waves OF applause that
followed.
All, could she have given this up?
Even to give Hugh back his fortune,
to share his proud old name, could
she have renowned this life? In six
months, = brilliant offer came to her
to go abroad.
Hugh wrote to her, as follows:
81 dare not ask you to rcnounce it.
As yet l can offer you so little. But,
oh, my love, if you will but stay"
Agnes answered.:
i cannot, Hugh Forgive me,
dear, but / have faced poverty AL my
life. / should only be wretchcd and
make you SO. Let me try my wings
little longer; then, when am
weary, 1 viii fly home 10 the nest
you will be all this time building for
me-"
Strong man though Hugh Loring
Was, two bitter, binding tears fell on
the little sheet which held these
words.
The news which came to him after
this, of her continued triumphs, was
hateful to him. Her letters were
filled with her present life. OF the
past and future, she said nothing.
''She never loved mel" he groaned,
bitterly, to himself,
And just when this thought had
taken root, and sprung up tiny
plant, requiring constant nourish-
ment, lest it might withcr and die,
Fate brought Constance Bayard
across his Iath.
She wns girl possessed of subtle,
intense sympathy. To all the world
Hugh kept the wound in his heart a
secret. How or when she discovered
it he could not tell, but she barred it
/
so tenderly to the light that for the
first time her touch did not further
hurt it.
Little by little-so gradually that
| he was unconscious of lit began to
heal, until one year from the time
Agnes had gone abroad, he found it
cured. But how could ne pay the
debt he owed to his physician?--how,
save by giving her the heart she had
so richly earned?
Yet he was bound in honor to an
other. He had not meant to love
Constance Bayard. That he could
be untrue TO Agnes, so entirely had
her image engrossed him, never for a
moment crossed the horizon Of his
mind, until, too late to check the
evil, he discovered her star had set, OF
been cclipsed by another. Constance
had been to him friend, a sister
He had not thought to love her, but
her tender womanliness first haI
, healed the wounds, and, with the
: cure, wrought forgetfulncss of the
f cause.
l Twice in this time had he writer
S to Agnes, thus:
"The nest is ready buildcd. Writs
/ me that l may come for you.
t And always she had answered
i. "Wait."
/ All, had not the old ties become
; hateful to her, too? Would she, too
: not be glad to strike off the fetters? 1
d must be 50, he reasoned with himself
He would write her all the truth, ant
h ask her to give to both their freedom
~ But he found the task he had Sc
It himself difficult to accomplish. ohee
: after sheet of paper he filled and de
n stroyed. a sudden resolution cam
, to him. He would go to her, see he
a. face to face, and thus learn he nee
n never feel any lingering repi Oach q
j. to his action.
e. Il am going abroad" he said
to Constance, meaning to add no mOr'
is But ut the sight of the quick teal
if yelling up in the blue eyes, Ii
@ strength failed hin. He stopped ant
T. Tor tho first time, drew the girl int
~ his arms, as nc kissed the glitterir
er drops away.
':Iiod grant l may come back vii
or the right 10 say, These are the Ia
90 tears you shan ever shed for mel"
re Whispered, low, iuto her ear, the
IL LETT her with the memory of the raj
ma bow OF happiness his words HI
mi brought upon the sweet, young fax
And how Jared it with Agness S
he was at Milan. The old triumphs II
ON her here which. had followed h
through every capital 6f Europe. Il
Id years engagement had almost e
id. pired. On her table lay theseontra
oh inviting her to renew it on yet:mo
t. flattering terms, and on her bure
IS lay the hast letter received fir,
do hugh.
ow Would he, for the third time, :
ne her to return to him? She broke I
an seal and read it through, shade
tile disappointment passing over
,dv beautiful face On that score it s
me nothing.