The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1882-11-11

tut "t hs.' ,a:j!,:lnG he supposed his
:."eilG., kt.e" .l3;hing. most OF his time
"aS speat 2@iy fo.a his native village,
NJ. ser he h4I returned the toraiEg Of
te" js sisr's ai'e.at;ed escape
&c il greeted G,orse Newton cordially,
aitd a: once asked his b,ssiaess.
"f.xcuse I.Ia, Mr. Neston. if I appear
rnda. for | nave little time to spare, and
Am forced to Request you to be brlef," she
added.
beg p praop myself Miss Clayton, for
intruding h,at my object in calling is, to
me, vitality important, returned he. DO You
remember a Certain conversation which
took place between Us some three months
ago, in this room?"
Cecil felt annoyed, but answered. pleas
On ly:
Il am not sure, but can guess what inter-
view you refer to-"
cat that interview, ! declared my love
for You, told you how your image haunted
me. That love still retains it's hold, NM
abated, and has at length overrultd nty do
sire to crush it, forcl-g NE to ask you to
pity me and reconsider your answer. Will
you be mine? If you cannot now feel any
of that passion which l entertain for you,
the devotion OF this heart will never cause
you to regret the step, and will finally win
reciprocatiOn.
He did not attempt to touch her. but re-
mained leaning against the mantel, await
ing her reply. Slowly it came-slowly aud
decisively:
"My answer, George Newton, must be the
same as before I do not love you"
"Bnt in time" he becan.
''Time would not alter my feelings an
iota"
One more effort He would appeal to her
sympathy.
''Wtat if it would save me from ruin?" he
asked. TREMENDOUSLY.
''Nien are not SO foolish as so throw away
life tor loss of love-" was the slightly sareas-
tic reply. "If you need money, will glad
ly give it you"
Cecil saw clearer than he thought
"Money?" he stammered. "What do you
mean?"
"Do not attempt to disgnise what is to
me apparent" sne said, kindly. "You are
pressed for money. Your appearance alone
proves the fact. All! fear you are being
led away from manhccd by evil cem-
panions. Do not deny it. The marks of
dtbauchery ore visible in every lineament
of your countenance. 1 am sorry-yery
| sorry! 1t used not to be SO. George"
Ter sweet, low voice filled him with NOR
tiGcation, and made him regret his errard.
Yet there is time tor REFORM" she added
"Halt whore you are"
She went to an escritoire and filled out
check
lie watched every move, entranced by her
purity and klndness and as she handed him
the slip of paper, he took it mechanically.
AN order for a thousand dollars be ex-
clnimed. ''Cecil, would you insult me?
am no beggar!'
Had / entertained that thought, might
not have given it you" returned Cecil. "A
small sum of money, loaned at the proper
| time, has often saved soul from perd!tion.
| This may rescue one from the wiles Of in
temperance and thievesP
| George Newton WINGED, and his face
! flushed crimson.
fearing the check into fragments, he cast
| it on the floor.
II have descended in the scale. Miss Clay
ton," he said, proudly. ''but will not, how
ever pressing my needs. accept tounty from
such source. Yet I thank you"
! The true manhood displayed in that act
and reply Cecil ever after treasured.
He turned to go. She spoke not word.
| After taking his hat from the rack in the
| hall he returned.
just one question, Miss Clayton. Has
| your father ever suffered injury through
Jared Clark?'
This totally unexpected inquiry startled
Cecil.
sWhy?"
last evening, passing here Just after the
trouble with Ned Jasper, saw Mr.. CLAYTON
and Jared Clark together, near the gate.
| They were conversing in low tones. Mr..
! Clayton seemed acitAted, bat I could not
distinguish what was being said. The incl
| dent strangely impressed me, as had sup
| posed Mr.. Clayton averse to such society,""
''You saw them together" exclaimed Co
! Gil; ''and father has not been seen since the
shooting of Jasper!'
"Ahr' thought George Newton, s'likely
| old John Clayton is no better than myself"
''Ciark is here now!' cried Cecil, sud-
denly
| she had casually looked out of the window,
and beheld walking in the garden. Ned
Jasper, in company with Jared Clark and
| Belts, the prison official.
| Had her father returned?
| Clark there, it might be the two had tes1
of somewhere together.
| She hurried to the servants quarters.
! 'sIs father here?" she inquired, breath
lessiy.
| No, he was not.
| Her heart almost stood still. Was it
murder?
Clark could easily have put him out Of
the way, and flung his body into the swift
flowing river!
She found Clark had arrived before she
could have reached the reception-room
After numerous inquiries as to the condi-
ton of the wounded man, he had proposed
| n walk Tho cnDvict QEa lriny rafroc ho3
and strengthened, Mr.. Clark's humane sug-
gestion was acceded to. Wiser heads--con-
siderabiy wiser, in fact-tiian the average
prison official possesses hsvs been misled
by such men as Jared Clark, against whose
srnootn-tacedness they are supposed to be
proof