The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1886-09-10
PLAYFUL WHEN.
She Toyed With Two Hearts and
Broke Them Both.

Mrs Glentworth's country house was
Familiarity called the Castle" from it's
miniature towers, turrcts and battle
ments-the Castle of Indolence,' -
Dolores Martinez, her lovely god
daughter, playfully designated it when
she pleaded guilty to an undue amount
of nappings in the hammock. And the
castle was never so delightful to Mrs.
Glentworth as when filed with young
people, especially when she had as
guests lovers of those whom she
trusted would become such. Mistress
Of n large fortune, a childless widow,
with only Dolores, who was orphaned
and left to her guardianship, to care
for, the little pastime of matchmaking
was her ruling passion. She thought
herself without a rival in it, and was
fond of pointing out the couples who
except for her would not have been so
happy; and all the time Destiny, who
had most to do with it, smiled grimly
at the good lady's self-conceit.
just now she had in mind to mate
Hilary Glentworth, her deceased hus-
bands favorite nephew, with Dolores.
A perfect contrast, therefore q good
match, she thought. He, tall, fair and
brOad-shouldered;s she, dainty and dark,
betraying her half-Spanish parentage
In her creamy skin and soft black eyes.
They all slept a great deal at the
castle those hot summer days, and
Hilary, who, arriving unexpectedly,
walked out from the city, wondered if
he had reached the land where il was
always afternoon, for there was such q
dead silence. 1t was like q realm of
enchantment And was that the Prin-
cessP he queried, as he approached the
house. For Dolores was fast asleep in
the hammock under the veranda. Lift
ing his hat to the sleeping beauty he
entered the house unceremoniously.
Going to the drawing-rOom, where ne
expected to find his aunt, he found in
stead q room darkened and unoccupied.
and full of the pent-up sweetness of
many flowers. Passing to the library
and finding that untenanted he re-
turned to the veranda and tiptoed by
the sleeper. pausing to say:
Love, if thy tresses be so dark.
How dark thy hidden eyes must bel
And the earnestness of his look made
her conscious of it. She gave a little
start and opened her eyes, but he van
ished, and she, only partially weakened,
fell asleep again.
But sleep has its duration, and Do
lores awakened and looked about her
supposedly and expectantly, then
flushed family as she recalled her sup
posed dream of a fair Saxon face and
tender blue eyes, and went to call Mrs.
Glentworth, bending over her and
awakening her with a kiss, saying:
Dear godmother, your beauty sleep
is too long; You will grow plain again.
Then there is that bah at the Murrays
tonight, and my costume not quite de-
cided upon.
Destiny was ut the ball that night to
plot and counterplot, to play with
people as with puppets, pairing and
impairing. And, seeing Dolores stand
ing by Mrs. Glentworth's side, dressed
like a French Marquise of olden times,
with her powdered hair in delightful
contrast to her dark eyes-her skirt of
cream-colored silk brocaded with Grim
sin looped over a quilted petticoat with
crimson roses, sparkling jewels rising
and falling with every heart-throb-
she thought her fitting toy, and, look
ing about, spied Hilary entering the
room, and brought him to complete
the play.
His aunt greeted him with the ut
most ssrprise!
''Why, Hilary! I thought you on
your way from Germany. And is not
this most unkiud to come here before
coming homer"
With his usual graciousness of man.
ner Hilary made his peace with very
few words, and was soon bending Ovel
Dolores in Acknowledgements of Mrs.
Glentworth's eager presentation. Their
Destiny nodded with delight and hur.
ried to arrange other people to her sat
isfaction, if not theirs. She had reas
ons of her own for mating these two
and lowered about them listening tC
Hilary gallant speeches almost as de.
lightedly as Dolores did.
Dolores was puzzled and wondered
where she had seen that fair face ant
those tender eyes before; IN hel
dreams, surely; and her cheek flushed
and she was hurried away in Hilary,
arms to the delicious music of a Straus.
waltz, Destiny keeping perfect tim,
with her interchangeable and inexOrabl,
feet.
Hilary was not remiss about calling
the next morning, nor did he neeC
much urging from Mrs. Glentworth (
induce him to send for his luggage
And she was busy thinking how wei
her plot was working, how discreetll
she would chaperon them, how adroitl,
leave them to themselves. Hilarl
thought to teach Dolores German tina
summer. but her soft Spanish speecl
tripped among the gutturals, and so h
contented himself with stretching hi
lazy length at her feet and telling he
of German customs and scenery in
stead. They most often strolled Z
Point Lookout, where there was tin'
lakeward view, and where they passe'
the afternoons with books and CONVEX
sation. One day they had been keep
ing silence for a long time-the sileuc
born of perfect content-when Hilarl
exclaimed abruptly;
DOLORES, is there a spell of witch
craft cast over these groundsP Listen
What do you hear9'
"Just the splashing of the water a
the foot of the cliffs and the cry of tn
cicada; yes, and the chirping of tn
cricket. which saddens me"
'sWhyp"
Because It is a premonition of de
cay; because it is a reminder that tbes
roses, now in the perfection of bloom
viii soon drop their petals; that thes
oaks VIII soon be purple and russet
and then bare; and then-well, VIII
knows what thenP' said Dolores wit
a shudder. But Hilary hastily knel
at her side, looking into her soft, darl
eyes with passionate fOrvor.
Dolores, said be- reproyingly