The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1881-03-17

I arc IL 4diChu gCts h40H WIN NAOI~
this, and I will never call her my
friend againl hope you viii have q
pleasant voyage, Roy, and come home
well in the spring. Good by
They shook hands and parted kind
| ly. But there was a look of terrible
exhaustion on poor Roy's face as he
| took the reins and drove toGard home.
He was not only disappointed, but he
was Yexed and chagrined to think that
any woman was SO mean and cruel az
to make sport of what was 80 sacred to
him.
Nor could he relieve his mind by
talking of the matter at home. No
one there knew his feelings toward his
school friend; and he was young mar
| now, and no longer a schoolboy, to
carry his complaints and grievances to
his mother and g. 'sters.
The next day he WAS restless and
feverish; and the family thought he
had injured himself by driving when
he was 50 weak.
"But he would go out alone, and no
one could help it, said his mother to
the physician.
lie had had more than one attack
of hcmorrhage, aud his physician
feared another. He called in a friend
to consult with him. He saw only
nervous prOstration, and felt sure he
would rally before the time for sailing.
While medical akill AID family love
were doing everything possible to
strengthen him, he announced one day
that he was not going to Cuba. He
said he dreaded the eHor:,, that he had
not strength 70 take the journey to the
steamer; and, bosides that, he did not
want to go-that Massachusetts, eli
mate was native air for him, and that
if he could not live here, with all his
home comforts, he certainly could not
live In Havana without them.
His father argued and his mother
pleaded; bat his purpose was fixed.
His only reply to their arguments was:
please never say Cuba to me
again, but let me stay here in my own
room in peace"
One night Junie Sewall was reused
from her healthful sleep by the sound
Of horses feet, and by the pulling of
the doctors bell opposite her home.
She rose and looked out into the clear,
calm moonlight, and heard a man say:
"They want you to come as soon as
possible. hrs. West thinks he is
sinking very fast"
"Oh, DEAR" she said: Pm afraid
that's Roy. Poor fellow! how hard it
is for one SO young and full of-happi-
nessf No, he isn't happy; but he's
young and loves life. How hard to
give it upl do pity himl / wish I
hadn't-but that was only fun; l
meant no harm. Poor felIow?"
And the Fgirl without heart went
back to her soft pillow, and in Ave
minutes WIS sleeping as sereneIy as if
there were neither sorrow, nor sickness
nor death in the world.
Next morning the people were star
tied by the solemn tolling of the bell
Zone, Two, ThreeW-through ell the
years of infancy, childhood, early
youth to manhood; ceasing its solemn
elanging, which echoed from the hills
around, at "Twenty-thyee!"
Men stopped each other On the
Street, or asked in stores and postoRce,
'sWho did the bell toll fort" and we're
answered:
"Ifs David Vests son that was to
sail soon for Cuba. He died of con
sumption. He rode out only ten days
ago, and droYe the horse himself"
There is no doubt that Roy was in
consumption, and that his life wag
waning fast when Junie Sewall played
that cruel hoax upon him. That was
not the cause of his death, but it surely
fastened it.
Who would care to boar about in
her heart the memory of such an act
to feel that she had wounded q dying
heart, and marked it with scar that
was carried to the grave.
Moral principle does not pertain
alone to matters of business. 1t seems
in the intercourse between brothers
and sisters, between schoolmates, be-
tween pupils and teachers; and be-
tween friends and associates in after
life.