The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1882-10-21

TUE was wound round the cLiid's head and
shoulders, her pale-yeilow locks anG great
dark eyes glowing .hroEgh it with a strange
charm; the little widow threw a Spanish
mantllia over her own black braids and
primrose gown, and, thus equipped. the
party set off, the ladies trailing their long
skirts over the warm, crisp grass Lord Old
ento"ers lighting another cigarette
The Captain, III obedience to a warning
pressure OF his sisters foot, had declared
that tobacco and his hammock on the ver-
andah We're more in his line than sunsets
and scenery; and he added
IL shall devote the interval to producing
a second edition of the cup wherewi,h to re-
fresh the weary travellers Oh their return"
Goodbye, you dear, old prosy Rex"
cried the little widow, gaily waving her
hand. ''You have no soul for the beautiful
with a big B'!"
Lord Oldentowers was SO absent, and let
his cigarette go out SO unconsciously as they
stroled along under the dark elms of the
Wlntersloe grounds, that Clarissa Derine's
heart beat high with hope.
HE is going to speak at last ~ she said ::
and, with tine tact, she kept closely by her
daughters side, determined to stimulate the
young mans resolve by rendering it appa
rently difficult of execution.
And Floss had somehow fallen upon lit
tie pensive air that rendered her loyeler
than ever. Lord Oldentowers found it i'm
possible to take his eyes from the child's
delicate profile and dark, down-cast
Ashes.
The hour, the scene, the note of bird or
two IN the sombre branches overhead, all
helped to bewilder the supplemented little
gentleman. Unconsciously his voice sank
as he addressed Miss Dering He found a
flower on bush and begged her to wear it /;
he trembled when he saw it fastened in her
white gown just below the warmer white of
her throat
But all the time Clarissa Dering chatted,
laughed and sang i'll a gay monoiogue that
nned up the pauses, and brought them all
without embarrassment to the house, the
windows and doors of which were thrown
wide open to the evening air, and beyond
which they could see the pond sleeping
with all It's lazy lilies beneath the orange
sky.
How tempting the water looks!" cried
Mrs. Dering, wistfully. Lord Oldentow-
ers, do you feel at all inclined to pull US
round to that clump of willows? Floss,
take Lord Oldentowers down to the boat
house while make the necessary inquiries
oi s5ood Mrs. Binney. will join you in
few minutes; SO don't go away. And pray,
Lord Oidencowers, exert your authority,
and don't allow that silly child to do any
thing rash-she is such water-baby! !"
The little widow was gone, her pale
red gown and black lace draper;es disap-
peaTlng within the sombre arcuway OF tue
o,:ken door, Floss aud her lover wereA,one
Ut last.
whereabouts is the pond 2" began the
young man-indeed, he did not very well
know what he was saying; and Floss,
iaiShing at the Question, ran down to the
slopng bank, and was kneeling and
reaching after the waterli lilies before he
cc;:id stop her.
''Ioa must not do that," he whispered
ardent!y. You are wettins yo.tr sleeves
and ali lot charged to take care of you %
Il can take care of Elyseis." returned
FLOSS. poUting.
She I'D not seem to be in her usual un-
cloGded good spirits
But not 80 wei as could. if I had the
r H." continued Lord OIuentowers, Lur-
riod3y.
'Dat you have not got the right"
Ihe .ioh- was s.eaiInS back 70 the cl1ilu 5
eyes, a lurking smile trembled round her
rose-red lips. Floss Dering must have been
AetTy-hear,ed, indeed, Wnen u challenge to
Eft, to make Il conquest, could be thrown
down to her Ill vain.
''Uf culrae have not, and [ know it is
100 soon 70 speak. But"-the lover was
,Wlr.mg Ais Aag round and round in his
hands III nervous way, and struck Miss
D1TiIS as looking very rldlculous-'' -''but.
II yoa thoua..t you could ever give me that
II lit"
Tie right to keep me from wetting my
sleeves. 2"
80, no. Oh, Floss, don't be so cruel"
- oon1 know wilat you mean," she an
sTorei, with coq;atry, ana yet half sui
ie.4y, 100. what Is it you want me to
say:
II know I an an awfully Old fellow and
all ,,.at, but"
Floss maintained provoking silence.
She had got ~ from her knees and was
looking DOWN = IN 3o.ilJ of her shoe, with
which She was trse-e, small geometrical
patterns on the ,u1l. Her back was
turned to the house; the low, orange
light lay warm upon her strange, sweet
loneliness.
Floss, have you nothing to say to me !?
Can't you help a fellow out:" stammered
Lore O.dentowers, who had never proposed
10 any one before, Mrs. Hyggyns having
saved him the trouble III the case of his first
poor itt.e bartered wife. 'You know how
| adore you-"
NO, 1 DON'T" said the child, archly +;
''you never told me So"
But, if 1 told you now," pleaded her
lover, gaining a little confidence as he pos
sessed himself of the small istless hand
tLat was nearest to him-''if told you that
can't sleep for thinking of your beauty,
that l am-am awfully hard hit, by Jove-
would you take pity on fellow"
'.Perhaps-if the fellow uromisad IN ha