The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1881-06-02

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assure You, tu,I of most delicate wit
/ What are you going to do with it,"
ooh, you literary men!" groancd
Jacques. ''What am going to DO
with it? Why. burn it, of course
What do you suppose l am going to
do with it?7
''Pll tell you what to DO with it,
said Eugene; you're going away"
"Yes."
'Thcn give it to me-
''Why, what vii you do with it?'
said Jacques, with a stare.
"Woll, III play painter" replied
Eugene. I'm not much Of q one,
but l can daub enough, at al
events, to deceive a woman in love.
And III find out who Maze. Leonie'
is-that's only part OF her name, Pm
fsne.p sa ~c
So it was settled. Jacques Bruhierc
painter, set off for Switzerland, and
Eugene de Lassi, man Of letters, re
mained to personate him. But only
for Nine. Leonie Other visitors we're
told the truth-that the master was
gone.
At last she came. Eugene's roman
tic fancy had painted her as young
and beautiful. But she was more
than that-she was divine. She was
a brunette, and had the most delight
fuI nose, the most sparkling eyes, the
most glorious hair, and the most
adorable little hands and feet that
Eugene had ever seen. He fattered
himself that he was correctly made up
for las role. His velvet blouse and
ijaunty cap were a little too clean, per-
haps, but that was good fault.
Nine. Leonie wanted her portrait
painted, and it was very difficult for
her to decide how it should be done.
She wavered long. One day she
would be Omphale; the next she had
decided that to be represented as Sa-
lone was necessary to her peace Of
mind, But when Eugene had made
his preparations his fckle goddess de
cided that Delilgh was the character
that saited her. Aud then she would
wander around the studio aud drape
herself With the barbaric stuffs used by
long gone models and handle the curl
Gus weapons and examine the psree-
lains. And then she would say that
she was weary and would come the
next day. And she would go, leaving
Eugene de Lassi deeper in love than
ever.
As for him, he was in dream. He
had retired from the world. At his
own quarters his door was daily
stormed by publishers, by managers,
by printers boys, by creditors and by
friends. But no one knew where he
had gone. He had told his servants
he was going away, but had not told
them where. Il was wrong, decidedly
wrong; but he took a certain ferocious
JOY in it when he thought how he him
self had once pursued these same edi.
tors and managers.
Eugene had at last discovered that
his inamorata was widow, wealthy
and of good family. Her full name
was Leonie de Nores. He had never
told his love, but that she was blind c
it was impossible. Yet she was Ger
tainly blind to his painting, for she ex
pressed her admiration of it with ar
enthusiasm that made Eugene vince
But one day, when he was as usual
attempting to transfer her to canvas, ;
e particularly atrocious tree which h,
had introduced in the background at
n tracted her attention.
ir s'Jacques," said she, "don't yol
d think that you are-thnt you are
o well, that you're losing a little of you
.e skill?"
d "Nyhatl" shouted Eugene.
% 81 mean--that is-Tm afraid that
l. keep you so much from your worl
ic that"
l. 81 only hope that you may keep M
J. from it forever, returned the amorou
d Eugene. And so the dangerous mo
So ment passed.
IS
to BIT this state of affairs could no
last forever. One fine day, as Eugen
< was seated upon a divan thinking Q
% his lady-love, who had Just departed
ID who should enter but Jacques Bru
/, HERE. Yes, there he was, with hi
ig attendant carrying his umbrella, hi
at sketch-books, his camp-stools, his bag
&c gage-a true artist just from the cour
ie try. The false one trembled as h
IL thought that his dream was over. IIa
t, he been Borgia he would have sIai
W his friend. As he was nory he presse
his hand warmly, and bade him we
come.
us Rut how could he e7otricate himee
from his dilemmas How could h
answer to a high-spirited woman fc