The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1879-12-13

were to sign Il legal separation.
1t was altogether the best
thing-in fact, the only one they
mutually decided.
1t had been scOld, scoId, carp,
carp, fret. fret, ever since they
had walked out OF the church
porch.
Domestic peace had aleng ago
folded her wings and t1oaled out
OF tho window love and tender
sympathy had shrunk, startled:
away.
And at the end Of these three
years friends had been called i'll
council, ii solemn session OF rela-
tives had beer held, and MIR. and
Mrs. Paradox We're going to srpa
rate.
You're sure You don't care for
her, Louis 2 ParadoXss dearest
friend aud college chum had
said to lin.
oh that's quite Il thing of the
past said Paradox, with d shrug
of the shoulders.
you have ceased to love him,
dear 2 Mrs. Paradox's mother
questioned her child.
oh, mamma. long ago !decIar
poor little Abby, with streaming
eyes.
So the papers were signed, ard
Mr.. and Mrs. Paradox separated
in good earnest.
Abby jane went back TO the
maternal home, and Mr.. Paradox
took up his quarters in Il hotel un
til he could arrange for his final
departure.
But the night before he vas to
sail the waiter came Up to his
room and announced, "A lady,
'I'ts my motiier,' thought Mr..
Paradox, who was sitting staring
into the red Goals of the CRATE as
if they were a riddle that he was
trying to read.
But it Was not his mother.
1t was his wife!
is only me LOUIS said All
by, trembling all over. IL
wanted to speak a word or two to
you before you went away forev-
er!n
Are you not satisfied with the
allowance 2 said Mr.. Paradox
gloomily. =-
oh quite, it is more than gen
erous. said Abby. Only Louis.
| couldn't help telling you oneo OF
two things before we part. j
WAS wrong about Rover. He
was a noble dog. 1 should hay.
let him stay, onIy-only, | WAS q
little out of temper that day
And I've asked your mothers pal
don for refusing to let her live
with Is. think, now, that she
wonld have been Il great help alt
comfort to me. And. | think
Louis, that | should feel better i
you would say you torgave me fo'
scolding SO much about your ri,
, gars.-And'
; Stop said Mr.. Paradox. Il
!. isn't right, abby, that all TIN
apologies should be on your side
Eve been wrong myself
. oh no, Louis, no y cried on
the little wife, bursting int,
tears.
; Yes, l was-about your wife,
= declared Paradox.
She WAS ii dreadfully tryin.
old creature, owned Abby, an,
: l knew it at the time.'
But | should have treated he
civiI'y, persisted Mr.. Paradox
4. And | shall always regret, Abb,
that l did not give you that sea
son at the seaside
Dear Louis, don't talk so. AL
| ask ofyou is to forget and 70.
give MY horrid temper. bescugl,
; Mrs. Paradox.
'lt there is any forgiveness,
said the husband, with soltenin;
eyes, lit is | hat need it. | hav.
/, acted as a fools
. 'We have both been FOOLISH ii
mildly suggested the wife.
But because we have beel
IDIOTS 1t don't follow that we nee,
be Tor the tuture,' said Mr.. Par;
dox, holding ont both his hands
abby, shall | go, or shall | stay
Speak quickly ; it is for you to d.
cide.'
Stay whispered Mrs. Parade.
He folded her close to hi
breast.
Little wife, he said, let us O.
down to old Parchmentss uflic,
and tear up those papers OF SCI
aration.'
Il don't care how soon You Il,
it, said Mrs Paradox, lauyiiiDs
and crying in the same breath.
:, And then 2
; 'And taen.' said Mrs. Paradox