The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1888-01-20

of him y
Mammal mammal cried the little
boy joyously. rushing to the door.
''Ah, but you have stayed so long, so
longr'
She bent and took him in her arms,
and as she smiled lovingly at him, /
thought had never seen a more beau
tiful creature. It was a grand. calm
beauty. which made her look older than
she really was.
I'VE are here before you, Rose Ma
rie, said Mrs. Ross. I'VE came to see
you on business.
'Ah, pardon. madame, but did not
sec your she said, advancing slowly
toward us Il do not know what has
come to my eyes, pressing her hand
on the lids. "A mist is before them,
and 1 see not clearly"
Her mother gazed at her as she
spoke, with a startled look.
"Are they worse. then, Rose Marie?
All, my poor child, did you 90 to a
doctor?''
lyon should do so without delay"
Mrs. Ross added. Your eyesight IS
too precious to you to be neglected"
''hh. yes. yes, madame, they are my
| bread-winners; but l will go. posi-
lively, tomorrow. Have you seen
Madame Ducros' robe? Do you like
itP''
at is exquisite. She ought to pay
you good round sum for such work
rs that
Rose Marie smiled sadly.
,AsovnI ,,,o Gf4aor Io9lar. and
1 accepted it.
Fifteen dollarsr' Mrs. Ross threw
/ up her hands in surprise, ''Do you
mean to tell me a rich woman like her,
who knows the full value of such work,
/ and can we'll afford to pay it, has Of
fered you the pitiful sum of fifteen dol
lars for what is worth fifty? Don't take
it. D."
Il have promised, Rose Marie said,
| in her quiet voice. Besides, we are
strangers here, and our work must be
known before we can command prices.
Fifteen dollars will keep us long
time, we eat SO little"
Mrs. l. had come here to give
you some work, but, of course, under
the circumstances you can not take
! it.
mo, madame, not nova dis
I tressed look came to her face-"but /
may get better soon. may hear of
Karl. If he knew. ain, mon Dieu, if he
only knew But he thinks of me as so
wicked. never having written to him. :"
And here l am, poor, worthless
log, weighing thee. down - cried the
poor old woman passionately. "Ah,
good ladies, persuade her to let me 90
to some charitable asylum There are
SO manyof them in this city. 1t is too
much on her. and she owes me no duty,
none. was bad to her and her hus-
band when l was strong and well, and
| l separated them, sinner that / am ~
beating her breast violently. ''She
| will not desert me, and she is breaking
her heart All, yes, day by day she is
paler and thinner, and / say to myself,
You wicked woman who have done
this, why do you not die p and can
not die 20 She burst into storm of
sobs.
Rose Marie moved swiftly to her
mothers side, and laid hand on her
shoulder
Don't, mamma" she said, tremu-
lousy. You shall not go to any hos
pital while I can work / love Karl
and he loves me, and if he is alive he
II will find me. All, mamma, do you
want to make me bad daughter that
would desert helpless mother Then
indeed, the good Lord would not listen
to my prayers. We must do our duty
and trust God for the rest. Is it cot
so. madame % to Mrs. Ross.
Itwas simple faith, but it sustained
Rose Marie during the weeks that fol
lowod-weary weeks whe- slowly, but
surely, the blurred vision grew more
and more indistinc.. There was an
eminent oculist ip the city, 4 good, hui
name man and an old friend Of mine.
interested aim in the case, and he
examined her eyes. but refused to give
a final verdict until his return from
{ Shreveport, where he was going the
I next day.
Bring her back in three weeks
when l return" said Dr. R. 81
will do all can, and hardly think il
is u hopeless case. Meantime, she
must be built up. Exercise, fresh air
good food and quiet mind, if posi-
BILE. will be excellent preliminary
treatment"
! L think Mrs. Ross and both fell IL
5 love with our beautiful, stately Protcgee
e She was SO patient. and even Cheerful
( in spite of her misfortune. As for tn,
mother, feared sometimes in her out
= bursts of passionate remOrsc she woul,
dash out her brains against the wall.
e ..Ah, mon Djcur' She would cry, a
s Karl would only come, 1 would fall be
, fore him and kiss the ground unde
e his feet. 1 hate the Germans, l coulC
2 kill them, but she loves him and he
: heart is breaking"
One fine morning had taken Ros
Marie and her child to one of the cit.
squares where fine bandwas playing
= She loved music passionately, and il
her darkened life it seemed to speal
5 to her as no human voice could do
They were playing the "S0idateI
$ Lieder,' and as l looked at her l say
g chat her hands were clasped together
e and the tears were rolling down he
Z white cheeks.
i He used to playit." she murmured
''my Karl-ah. he played 50 beauti
9 fully
{; I did not notice that little Henri, il
u playing about, had slipped through tn
: gate of the square into the street
:, Suddenly / heard confused cries.
..Ah. the little boy! he will b
- killedw and, looking up, my hear
u stood still rs saw the little fellow al
- most under the wheels of a press q