The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1879-11-29

tHo "nOAo cNcilInS-piOOaOly Oe.
cause she was the Only person in
the whole room that he cared a
fig about seeing at all. But so
unkind is fate to love and lovers.
Just as he was edging his way
out OF the place, in a very dispirit
ed and detected frame of mind,
there was a rush and futter, and
he heard his own name called in
all the notes of the human gamut.
'What is it?' he demanded,
vaguely staring around him.
you've drawn the big dolly
cried little Sibyl Percy, dancing
up to him and laying in his arms
the huge waxen abomlnation,
with its tlossy yellow curls and
imposing pink and white complex
ion while somebody else brought
the big trunk and little bandbox.
Its jnst like travelling with a
wife, said Sibyl mischievously.
But what the-ahem, what am
| to do with it, asked our be.
wildered hero.
Give it to somebody said she,
inwardly hoping he would act
promptly on the suggestion, and
bestow the prize ON her.
ANY one would be delighted to
receive such u present.
do you think they would 2
asked MIR. Ellerslie vacantly. Aud
then he went away.
Great stupid fellow = cried
Sibyl spitefully, and she tripped
back to her table.
i neve: saw such a GOOSE said
Laura Darlington, who had three
sisters of her own at home.
But what am l to do with it =
said Mr.. Ellerslie to himself, as
he traversed the wintry gloom of
the midnight streets.
sOh, / have it! I'll give it to
Fanny Glen-and she can make a
Christmas present of it to her lit
tie black eyed cousinv =s
And he laid the doll, rejoicing,
ON a sofa, and went to bed, sink
ing into dreamland just about the
time that Fanny Glen was taking
the hairpins out of her magni
ficent golden hair before the dress
| ing bureau in her own apartment
| why, Fanny, what aiIs you |?
cried Dora, her eldest sister
you're crying
I'm so tired guiltily confessed
poor Fanny.
And she wept herself to sleep
thinking how foolish she had beel
and that of course Martyr Ellers
lie didn't care a straw about her
Why should he?
Mr.. Ellerslie rose the next morl
ing full of his momentOus resolve
and made such y toilet that thu
very landlady's little boy, seeing
f him 90 out with a big doll, neat,
eucased in her pasteboard box
under his arm, elected profanely
'Oh, my eye: what a swell !!
Il The black eyed little cousin al
!, mittee him. Yes, cousin Fam
was at home--wOuld he walk int
, the parlOr 7
!, And our hero, before he ha
fairly made mp his mind in wha
terms to bestow his gift, foun
himself bowing to a fair.heade
: vision in IL sunny little room, SUI
) rounded by heads of cut flOrer
| 'How do you do, Mr.. Ellerslie
said Fanny, coloring and slnilin:
= Il am making boquets, you SCI
i for tonight
;. Exactly so;' said Martyr. an
= then lie retiectey how much mol
e appropriate a remark he migl
have made, and turned very ret
s sPray sit down. said Fanny.
sI-I-the fact is, Miss Glen
}. said Mr.. Eilerslie, planging
!. sheer desperation into the mid
of his subject. Il have called
l hope you wont be vexed-yt
have only to say SO If you don
g like it,
+ Fanny dropped her sprig
n heliotrope, and looked up in s''
y prise.
! Il know it isn't Of much cons
= quence,' went Oh MI. Ellersl1
turning the pasteboard box rou'
o and round in confusion, but
!. You'll accept tive known al
esteemed you so long, and'-
d The damask roses drepened
n Fu,uy,s fair face. it had come