The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1889-07-19
LEAFS INHERITANCE.
ImpetuOus Actions Are Often Fol-
lowed By Remorse.

welcome homo, my dear! And I
hope you will be happy"
A gray, elderly man uttered the
words, as he lifted a slender, dark girl
from a carriage-the Rexford coupe
which had stopped below the Rexford
terrace. The girl ran swiftly up the
stone steps, and her companion fol-
lowed.
Uncle Ambrose" she said, why
do you have those dark Vows against
the windowsP l would cut them
down"
"Why?"
Because they darlen the rooms,
and like the sunshine"
Il had never thought of it, but it
shall be done Lea"
Lea passed into the open entrance of
the ReXford mansion, looking about
her. She recognized her surround
ings but dimly. She had not seen
them since she was child of twelve.
She had been at school for five years.
Ibid my grandfather live in these
dark rooms, full of black mahogany
and books? l should have thought he
would have died, she said.
Her uncle looked at her for a mo-
ment in silence
Your grandfather lived to a good
age. Lea. He was seventy-five."
The girl, who had placed her hat
and scarf on a chair, was examining
the candelabra on the mantel.
"How old and quaint! By the way,
Uncle Ambrose, did 1 tell you how
fond Harold is of antiquitiespn
''Do you mean Mr.. Feldon, Leap
Yes"
''Why do you call him HaroldP"
''WhyP" repeated the girl ''Well,
because I am engaged to him.
She spoke with a low, musical laugh,
and looked with open, smiling fearless
ness into her companions face. He
looked startled and then grave
Lea, you are but seventeen years
old, y he said, gently.
"Seventeen-yes, she answered,
carelessly, bending to examine a dark
old picture setup on the floor. Harold
IS very fond of queer old things that
have a history
Ambrose ReNford was silent, but re-
garded the girl earnestly.
And that look of scrutiny, deep and
mute, was often upon his face during
the next month.
That he admired his niece there
could be no doubt; her dark imperious
beauty challenged admiration. That
she soon filled him with regret was
quite as certain.
Lea he said one day, when she
handed him her purse to replenish, as
was often her custom, Il am sorry to
limit you, but I am myself limited.
had no idea you were such a spend
thrift" he added, smiling.
Il only want my own money-some
OF it." she answered, with a faint look
OF surprise THAT which papa left
me. YOU know. Uncle Ambrose. / am
buying some lovely things for the
rooms-to brighten them up. They
need it,"
A dull red covered the elderly man S
cheek. He laid the glittering little
purse down, well filed once more, in
silence, and turned away.
And Len drove to town in the plain
but handsome Rexford carriage, and
purchased a marble Clyte, pair of
Venetian glasses, and Sevres vase,
and also the most superb roses she
could find to overrun the latter.
Aren't they beautiful Don't you
admire them, Uncle Ambrose? See
these glasses scintillate! Hove beauti-
full thingsl Aud the Clyte is just
what that shelf needed. 1 am going
20 have things as pleasant as l can for
Harold. He is coming tomorrow"
And when all is done your Harold
will be taking you away to adorn an
other house with your vases and roses.
Not while nc is poor. He is quite
moor. YOU llnow-artists generally
arc. am afraid. said Lea, assisting a
heavy bud to hold its head up. There
II NV money, of courses but he VIII
not touch it. Oh, but we are young
ana don't think 81 marrying yet
Fame ana fortune wiz como By tho
time we are ready"