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

Her excitement did not escape
her aunt.
When the evening passed, and st.
Eustaca did not come, she drew the
truth from her.
Charles St. Eustacel" exclaimed
the lady. My dear!"
Peace waited with sinking heart.
mot but what you are very pretty,
child" resumed the lady. "Your in
crease beauty is great delight to me;
you nave grown up utterly handsome;
bat the St. Eustace familY are so
proud, SO {, everything that Is desirable.
And you have hardly had the train-
ing, but we will give him three days
grace, Young men are sometimes
very headstrong in such matters; and
l really can't WONDER" kissing the
girls dimpled cheek.
Such a pang as she had planted in
that young heart she did not dream Of;
her own emotions were long since
quite controllable.
But when the three days and sub
segment weeks went by, and there was
no sign Of Charles St. Eustace, she
was annoyed by her nicce's sadness
and abstraction, and uttered some
sharp words that cut into the gil's
soul.
"Folly, presumption-yes, it isl"
sobbed the girl on her pillow. "But
it was so sweet-so sweet! And it has
spoiled all the rest. 1 know [ nm
wicked, when Aunt Elinor has taken
so much pains; but / care nothing for
it all. He will never see me prettily
dressed, instead of shabby and awk
ward; he viii never care that they
praise my voice, my looks, and that l
have learned so easily the ways that
make me more like SHIN, He was
only amusing himself that lovely night,
and has forgotten me"
There grew INTO that young heart
vein of bitterness; but pride was not
unbecoming to the perfect face and
lissOme figure.
A month had passed, when musi-
ca frightened the stately Peyton
parlors. Peace was charming in her
dress of pearl-gray silk with its cherry
ribbons. But she was very quiet.
Il am sorry" SAID Mrs. Peyton,
to her most intimate friend, ''that my
niece grows more reserved, instead of
more social. Why"
A look of radiance had spread over
Peace's distant face. followed by ali
ashy pallor.
A tall, gallant figure, with an arm
in sing, had entered.
CHARLES St. EustaceI" cried Mrs.
Peyton, clasping the free hand.
She questioned him severely; he an
swered fearless!Y.
500 and find Peace" she said at
last, under cover of the music.
She was in the conservatory, droop-
ing, trembling, among the exotics.
She could not help her look Of reproach;
it was involuntary.
II know you have not heard he
said, gently, "that / was thrown from
carriage, on the morning after l
parted from you, arid nearly killed.
II was unconscious for three days. As
soon rs WAS able I directed note TO
you. Your aunt tells me you did not
get it."
Then and there this dull old world
Of ous grew bright to Peace Estoval.
81 drd not get it," she repeated,
mechanically The strange delight
that she had known but once seemed
10 haYe entranced her senses.
He took her hand gently.
'Tell me that yoI cared, Peace
that you were little disappointedP'
he murmured -''tor not for worlds
would have missed my three days
grace. il 1 had but had possessed Of
my senses.
She looked up at last.
Il haye missed you, she said sim
ply.
What need Of more words when
the sweet eyes said so much.
The young mans heart melted
within him as he watched her.
How beautiful you are. he softly
uttered.
The wedding was within six month.
and after all, no one wondered when
they saw the bride.-Saturlay Night