The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1886-09-10

Destiny, watchful ever, guided me
boat close to the shore, among the lily
pads.
Dolores left Mrs. Glentworth fast
asleep, and, failing to find her friend
and lover in the house, went TO meet
them. Perhaps they had gone for
water-lilies, so she went through the
garden, picking flowers as she passed
and singing snatches of a Spanish
serenade. The moonlight fell caress-
ingly on her sweet, upturned face, the
night breezes softly waved her dark
hair, and she went down the cliff paths
leaving behind her the scent of flowers
and fragments of song. And there
were the lilies folded and cleaning
white on their emerald couches! She
took branch from a little tree to reach
them with, and stepped on partly
submerged log. She had secured a
handful and was reaching for more
when the boat that was slowly drifting
down the bay passed by the lily-blOom-
ing inlet; the moon shone full on the
faces of the occupants, and Dolores
saw the heart-clasp and the kisses. 1t
dazed her for moment; that heart
clasp had in it an arrow that pene-
| trated hers. She attempted to retrace
her footsteps, but, weak and bewil-
dered. she slipped and the lily-pads re-
ceived and held her. Some fishermen,
returning late, saw her fall, fastened
to the rescue, and carried her up the
same path by which she came. the
moon yet shown down caressingly, but
on a still white face and lips whence
all song had departed.
The drawing-rOom was filled with
hurrying figures, pale and scared faces,
and cries of lament; all attempt to re-
suscitate the inanimate form had been
in vain. The hastily-summoned ply
sicians were standing over her when
Hilary and Vivien came in; and on the
delicate carpet there were pools OF
water that had driLped from her cloth
ing and hair. Vivien uttered a cry OF
horror; Hilary Teeled and would have
fallen, but caught at a chair for sup
port. Recovering his self-possession,
he questioned the fishermen.
Gas near as l ken tell We, sir, twas
this way: Me an my pardner, a
comm 'ome late, 'appened along jest
as this ere innocent was a reachin' fur
flowers. We was t'other side o. the
inlet, an seed white fgger on the
log; an, Jest as she war a reachin', a
little boat wi two in it came by, an
she lookin' at that, lost 'er foot old
an fell. We run to get 'er out. But
she wur dead then, poor lamb; Lord
ha' mercy on Ter sOuln' and the honest
| fisherman wiped his eyes.
us there no life, no hOpe?" Hilary
asked a physician.
There is no life ana no hope"
Hilary buried his face in his hand
| and groaned aloud. Vivien came to
| his side, clasped her hands around his
/ /,
| but he shook her off as if she had been
a viper and left the room.
The long night was spent in agonized
self-upbraidings and, when Mrs, Client
worth went to summon him in the
morning, the gay, debonair youth had
| changed to a sOrrOwful, remOrse-
| stricken man.
Hours after, passing from the room
where Dolores lay in awOful state, and
where he had been pouring forth pas
sionate prayer for forgiveness over the
still, pale form, he found Vivien
crouc-ing in the hall. She approached
| him with a caressing gesture, but he
| mOtiOned her away.
Sand is all over between usP' she
asked.
"Would to God there had been moth
| ing between us. l have been faithless
and my punishment is greater than /
can bear. Forget that you have ever
| known me-
There was a peaceful nook where
the dead and gone Glentworths were
| buried and Dolores was laid beside
them. Destiny stood grim and firm by
| the coffin-lid, sobbing with mock grief,
| and, having played out the play, went
to arrange other scenes and actors
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