The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1881-08-25

All, he was handsome and bonny t
see, and he could give her so much, $
much she had all her life hoped for
and desired with all her SOUL An,
her heait gave little, prideful thrill
at sight of him. but not the same fierce
passionate sensation that Away
throbbed over her when Pierce Yer
non looked at her.
Yes, she would go down to him
aud same sudden, overpowering i'm
pulse came to her to tell him all nbou
it-all about everything let bin
decide.
1t was weak in her, beyond doubt
bat she was so disrnayed at tn,
tumultuous tempest in which she
found herself that any escape was vel
come.
Almost miraculously, it seemed tc
her, all the agitation and dismay LEFT
her, their places being filed by a u.
rious, calm expectancy; and so, pas
sionless, resolute, she went down to
the impatientloyer, walking to and fro
in the libaa Y, who went straight up
to her and took her up in his arms,
with an air Of glad proprletorship, told
how lie loved her.
:"N1y own darling! How 1 wanted
you Beulah-how 1 wanted to haye
you just where you are now, where you
belong, my sweet.
And, when he pressed his kisses,
warm and lingering on her lips, Beu-
lab tried to free herself from his close
desc
80 / fr;ghten you dear? 1 don't
mean to-" he SAID teDderly. ''Or-
don't you love mel"
Il want to tell-you-s something
first, " she said, in little gasps Of shrink
ing disnay, now that the crisis had
come.
He smiled and locked indulgently
at her.
"You may tell me anything you
like" he said, exceht that you don't
love me. I think, however, l can
guess. You are afraid. maybe, you
have not been quite fair with that feI-
low you have several times spoken Of
Vernon, think, was his name?"
He knew, then, that which terrified
her even in imagination, to mention.
How did he khow?-and Beulah looked
at him, her thoughts in
her face.
Il understand perfectly how you
feeP' he said, still holding his arms
around her waist, and looking straight
IN her eyes. You fear you may per-
haps, care less for me than you think
more for him than you think-and you
want to be honest and womanly about
it, just as l wonld have you. But my
love, do not think 1 shall ever give
you up! think, if knew you loved
him best, l would not let him have
you~
''He is coming tomorrow she
Whispered almost afrightedly.
THAT gill be a sharp disappoint
ment to him" he said, almost pitying
ly.
"Beulah, how sorry 1 feel for hinll
How sorry feel for every other man
who has not won your lovel 1 won
der ifit is possible for me to be jeal-
Gus of Vermont Beulah, may 1 see
him for you and me2"
What other answer could she have
made than what she did make, when,
with his arm around her waist, his eyes
handsome. ardene eyes-looking
their passion into hers2
'eY -e-s, tell him what you please"
she said, quickly almost defantly, at
ter that little, low-breathed, hesitnnt
yes. "And must go now-I must
goI"
Four o'eoek of the morrow-a day
all enveloped with dadnp chill and
gray mists-a world from which sum
shine seemed forever banished- and
Bealah wondered if it were still June
weather, that Yesterday was 50 sensu-
ous and elxir-like IN is fragrant bree-
zes, its luxury Of sunshine, its singing
If birds.
An east wind had crept up during,
he night, aud the day was spoiled
ust as a day was TO be spelled before
another night should come
Be1iah stood shiverisg on the piazza
waiting until the children came for
heir drive, whatever the condition Of
he weather.
And Alsager came out 70 assist
hem in-the youngsters, and Beulah,
specially, for tb, purpose of giving
ler a pressure of the hand, that meant
Is plainly as words could speak, that
when she came back, Vernon would
have been and gone, and nothing
would henceforth trouble or grieve
aer.
The drive was absolute misery t9