The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1882-12-23

iltE hiuNH NttI.s, htilNt li!e ell%etiA q
The book OF POEMS aud the carte of cell
Clayton, grew more social with Chs Young
Student, and tie TWO lad nlany co4ftielitiai
cbats
To her Philip went when in Doubt, ana
found her ready to assist him. She had d.
c:de'I Am upon accepting tl4e call, much is
lie dreaded going.
Once out Of the city, and away from the
object Of his affection, he would be sa.rc
from himself. He had tried this course be-
fcra; it had fliled: Fate seemed tn have set
Eer almost to his Very door. He would
make another attempt,
Mrs Weeks was looking ont the dining
room window, watching the passers-hy
Some time she sat thus, seemingly lost in
thought, then took up the newspaper.
While she was reading, o man stopped on
.he opposite side OF the street. the scu1.i!uc
CT whose feet caused lier 10 look mp.
1t was the mysterious Tom Black.
He stood 4 moment, then crossed over
20 the house. The widow lett tie window.
l,j- the time he reacl:ed tie gate, Size vas
there to meet him.
Mrs. Weeks. aiz. it," queried he,
boldly.
Yes" replied the widow, seemingly pos
Ct al aias.:.ed ~ ,s.a lo@a-i, u4cell--o--o4s
manner.
"anow me, don't yer:'
"I4s"
Then take me in Gu; o the street,
Mrs Weeks le,. Tie way to tie snug little
parlor
.'Wc are safe here, she said briefly.
'-Eery good" setaraed Mr.. Elack "Got
eter from ne bout a week ago, didn't
YER
Yes" answered the lazy, as if ae.siriug
TO say nothing inore tllau wAs necessary.
didn't DO Us l s1ogestea::'
''No, sir"
| "WAy?'
''Because, sir" replied Mrs Weeks with
| hautcur, Il im nct i'll the habit Of doing
| Just whatever an aaeontn stranger may say
merely on account OF lis clalll4ng to be Is
| irIcnu.
| "OA' that's IT, is tt'"
! ''Ihat is my reason.
Cause lie ciaAns to be friend! 1er
| don't b lieye he really is, eil?:'
Il cannot say, TIL | know more about
him than his letter informs lac"
Very Wise, You iaiulz, spose! What If
l could convince yer as | was one o yer
best Twin ds--wL,tt then. Mrs. WeeAsY
| I.e widow smiled, sadly.
".2h, sir, have 40 i,iclds but these with
GLoAl abide"
.Suru?'
Perhaps his adoption Of her cur.ness as
crtvntc1t Ler, Cor SIZE althoritatlvcly bttie
/ il:n 1T once tell his mission.
| Fe smiled III bis grim, meaning way, ana,
! drnt ping his Eat, began pushing up toe ia-t
| AleyTc OF Lis coat.
Il can easily prove what say, ma am.
! The coat Was pushed a5 far as the elbow,
after which the SHIFT sleeve Was rolled even
! With it.
Instead Of the rough, hard skin supposed
the natural covering OF the shows Of ss;ilor,
TIE .irs,l beneath that shirt wsss as white and
| delicate IS tic flesh Of person WHO has
mayer been exposed to hardship.
He held his arm aloit.
A.ls. Mee.zs started, and cried aloud.
''Hush!' cautioned Tom; you'll bring
somebody inr'
All! sho how knew that he must be her
t:,..:lt: there could be 10 room for doubt.
s,:t eyed him wolsderiag!y, dreamlly, as
il size were LOOKING upon c14e whose thoughts
sle would tain fathota.
You re u loutle inclined to doubt yet, amt
yol}:' questioned the man OF mystery.
Mrs: Weeks answered, quickly:
80, I cannot; the proof is sufficient; I
an, sue you feel kindly disposed, else you
would not risk the danger you incur III COM
ius A4re. Iy rlisery-"
He interrupted her.
Yes, know; I'm good deal to tl,l1e
for ytr trouble. EGt It's nevor too late to
patch up
.'l'loaso speal, as You ousht" said the WIDOW
nervousy 'There is 20 need to masquer-
at.e here. If you have come to do any good
act for the llInitless evil of former days,
speak; VIII be leuien., much as l desplse
you."
Cant he'll my style O speakin', ma'a,n;
I'm Tom Black; you must skuse me. But
90 promise, if l lead you to happiness, that
yonll forgive me all the evil really didn't
mean to do; hot tenpex's bad thing, but it
runs i'll my blood
II promise to act as q woman should
with pity. No word Of mine will ever re-
veal your secret.
"Will you swear it"
"My word is as good as my bond"
"Tnat's so! You're O whole-hearted crit.
Ter alter all; wish l was. But that's past.
Mrs. Weeks, when / sent you that ere letter,
thought it would put into yer uoddle the
way to help Yer trouble.
"Eay," returned Mrs. Weeks, with G
shake Of the head; ''the plan you sugsest
would increase my suffering, for have haG
these years past, Ill the weight niy mind car
bear"
Think you're mistaken agen, said Tom
huslslly. The gals sich pleasant society
that yer troubles would be q leetle sub
merged, p'raps drowned"
II cannot think So
Bring yourself to It; I'll bet you'll find i
works jolly well. But III alter the plans 6
bit. 1 writ you to apply for sitewation c:
housekeeper; stead o doin' that go ane
make friends with the gal afore she dust!
away to Connecticut know the village
She starts soon"
The strain on my brain would be tot
much" repeated the widow.
Not half what it would to live here il