The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1885-07-24

ged for her; and she was more con-
spicuously pretty.
ST. Eustace felt that the other pas.
sengers envied him as he lounged
near, chatting in quite seriousness.
she silently watching the shifting wa>
ter, the lowering sky, the wlnging
gulls or flying sails, with her eyes of
sweet enjoyment.
Peace was both unassuming and
free from embarrassment. Even Mrs
PeYton,s anticipated training could
not improve the young girls simple
lady hood, and st. Eustace felt him
self deeply respecting this young
creature
After supper the moon came out
gloriously. Peace ran up from the
cabin with cry of delight
ooh, how pretty!-like dream!'
she cried
Would you not like the change OF
walk?" asked St. Eustace, offering
his arm.
So they promenaded the smooth,
white deck, the sea rippling and the
moon shedding her soft light.
Glow pleasant this isl' SAID Peace.
I thought it was going to be dread
ful when we came on board. 1t would
have been if it had not been for your
kindness"
"Do you think do mot find this
pleasant" asked St. Eustace. "What
should 1 have :done if you had not
been on board?"
She looked up with her frank,
sweet eyes.
Il have not thought Of that" she
said.
St. Eustace laughed heartily.
'Oh, well, she said, "we know it
can't make much difference to you"
The young man watched her face of
humility, and thought he had never
tasted such exquisite fattery.
DO we?" he said. Il am not so
sure See how white those sails are.
coming from beneath those clouds.
Do you," he added, presently, "ex-
pect to enjoy yourself at your aunt's?
Do \ on know how rich she is" he
went on, "and how luXuriously she
lives?Y
81 had not thought" she said.
Grandfather sail she was a good
woman, very cheerful and charitab bic.
I expect to be as happy there as I can
be anywhere.
lie noticed the sadness of the young
voice, but knew she would soon re-
cover from the sorrow of losing her
grandmother, aad unused on what the
rich woman would make ofthis sweet,
cnsophisticated girl
Peace could think ofnothing but
her own pleasant emotions. That
long, bright evening fresh,
mild scene-the handsome face. the
gallant figure, made an era in her
life.
But when she pressed the pillow OF
her stateroom. she forgot all in the
sound sleep of early youth.
With St. Eustace it was different.
The confiiing clasp OF that little hand
upon his arm seemed to lingcr.
There was marriage planned fol
him by his father. Why did he
think Of that now with abhorence,
and vow that it never could bc?
He had not been 50 ayerse once,
though never enthusiastic about Mrs.
Montgomery. But Peace Estovals
pure spirit and fine beauty was a
revelation to him. More dazzling
faces he had seen. Never one thai
suited him TO the finest fibre of his be
ing like that.
BY gray DAYLIGHT be tried to scot
at himself, but the first sight of Peace'i
sweet eyes made him her slave again
Only one more day al sea, sh'
said, with ner sunny smile.
But t was long, bright day, and
ST. Eustace made his resolve.
When they had reached Boston
and lie had put her into a carria ge
he said:
Il shall do myself the pleasure 0
calling on You soon!"
"EIow soon!" she asked, brightly.
perhaps to morrow evening. I
not, give me three days graceI''
/ How her heart bounded at his part
ing bow and eloquent eyesi
She had girls heart, to be glad a
that looki
And when her aunt had made he
at home, she forgot the eleganc
s.around her t. muse on it.