The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1879-07-26

presence of the woman he loved
unnamed him a little.
''Rol'ert," she cried, turning
quickly at the sound of his voice,
with a glad, eager light flashing
up into her beautiful eyes. How
they thrilled him! She held out
her hand, and there was no mis>
taking the genuineness of her
welcome, it spoke in words, and
made itself felt in her face.
81 hardly expected to see You
back here," he said, feeling that
she would expect him to say
something, and knowing nothing
else to say. just then words
tailed to come readily to his com.
mand.
IL have been looking forward
to this for months.' she said. III
was so happy here that l have
been longing to come back ever
since went away. l hope this
summer will be as pleasant as
that one waS.o
81 hope it will for your sake,"
he said, and his face had a grave,
panied look in it which her keen
eyes detected at once.
"What is the matter with you
Robert :" she said putting her
hand on his arm. "Yoa look as
it something troubled you. My
coming has nothing to do with it,
has it 7"
"How should it have ?s he said
with a little forced laugh. II
haven't felt quite we'll for few
days, that's all. But I'll come
around all right by.and.by. Don't
say anything to mother about it
she doesn't know. aud there's
no use in her worrying over me.
She couldn't help me if she
knew.'s
sis it serious. Robert I" Her
eyes were grave now, as they
rested quesrioningly on his face.
"Don't ask me to tell you any
thing more abont it, he said,
turning abruptly away. MEN
have lived through it before now,
aud I shall,': he added with an.
other laugh. "Don't bother your
head about me, Helen, but en
joy yourself rs best you can"
i, was a pleasant ride home, III
spite of the thoughts that would
keep coming into Robert Braith's
mind. She was by his side, aud
i he loved her.
The old summer seemed to
come back again, with its slight
which never was on land or sea-
to Robert. The dream of his
heart was just as sweet as it had
been in the vanished day. She
had not changed at all since
then, but was the same winning
woman who had wou his heart
away, and would keep it forever
The days passed like charmed
ones, with lows upon the river,
and long, delightful walks at sun
set time, with songs in the brief,
delicious evenings, and quiet
talks about books and the met
and women who wrote them.
Robert was not her inferior in
culture which comes from read
ing good books, because he was
farmer was no reason why ht
} should be ignorant and uncultivs
ted.
He had studied, and formed
wide acquaintances with earnest
thoughtful m.n-through tht
books they had written-and in
this way he had educated HIM
self to a much higher level than
most of the young men Heller
Hunt met in her own circle Ot so
ciety at homn. But, because h'
lacked their selt.esteem aud con
ceit, Robert always thought o
, himself AZ lacking something il
mind and manners, which those
she came in contact with III he
own sphere of life ought to have
and did have for all he knew t.
the contrary. Perhaps lie wa
+ right in thinking that they Ough
+ to have it. But, she could hav
r told him that they did not always
' One day jerome Alstyne cam
, out from the city. Robert ha'
, heard that he was y lover
' Heienss, and he was sure Of
, when he saw the mans face a
their meeting. But Helen's shO,
ed no such sudden glatlness
:. ought to exprese itself in the fac
9 of a woman when she meets tn
y man she loves, and Robert fe|
:, satisfied that she did not care fo
e AIstyne as he did for her, An
4 the thought brought a sense
exultatiOn TO him.
r. Alstyne did not stay Ion
: When he went aWaV he carried