The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1882-12-09
CHAPTER XII.
FHIIIP AND MRS. wEEKs-A LESSON IN EU-
MILITY-CONFIDENCE

FH11IP AND MRS. wEEKs-A LESSON IN EU-
MILITY-CONFIDENCE.
Philip Eversleich, during the few weeks
Of his soiourn at Mrs Grays, had come to
lock upon bis affection tor Cecil as some
thing which would never be sufficiently
| quieted to allow him peace of mind.
thoughts of her constantly entered into
his studies: his derotions were broken in
| upon by the fair vision. He found himself
drifting dangerously.
1t was sore trial-a hard battle-to keep
off the snare.
Ia his pocket he carried her picture 1t
was present from Cecil to his mother, and
he had begged her to loan it him.
The possession of this gave him sense of
nearness TO her which was, in itself, danger
Gus: but of that he would not think One
thing else helped keep his thoughts on the
loved one, and tLat WIS his daily meeting
with Mrs. Weeks his landladys widow
friend
The fornaEty with which she at first
treated him wore off as days passed, and she
began to be friendly.
Philip went out but seldom, and then
early IL the morning, for the sake of health
He kept secluded til evening, when he
an hour or SO, talking on the topics of the
day, or discussing points of Christian doc
trine.
He found Mrs. Weeks liberalIy educated
much more hberally than himself.
her features, SO Indicative of good breed
Ing, yet SO sad, haunted HIM,
She had experienced trouble more than
the loss of husband or children alone would
cau>e-probably the curse of iutoxication
had wrecked her life.
That she had been wealthy was evident.
But respect for the sufferings Of his fell
low creatures deferred the young student
from making any effort to open afresh
wounds which Time nus. have partially
healed.
His habit after breakfast was to read
aloud the news. The paper was always
folded neatly and placed beside his plate.
On the Saturday following the ulspccess-
ful attempt of Cl.rk's gang to plumber the
tltth Avenue residence, this article in the
Ueraid met his eye:
"ATTEMpTED ROBBERY Thursday
night, thieves entered the residence of Miss
Clara Coles, No. 9l6 Fifth Avenue, by pry.
ing OFF the shutters of basement window
AID smashing in the glass. The closets
were rIHed OF their contents. and placed in
9 heap, when Miss Cecil Clayton, who was
asleep on the second floor, awcke and en-
countered one of the desperadoes. She gave
the alarm, and the burglars fed, leaving
behind them their booty and several iuple-
ments OF the profession. The perpetrators
are unknown"
Cecil Clayton in the city, and so near him!
What danger she had escaped, If, in
their rage at being discovered, they had
killed her!
Amy news this morning, Mr.. Ever
sleigh:' inquired Mrs Weeks, who was
helping Mrs. Gray remove the dishes to the
kitchen.
"a trihe. Thieves broke into a house on
Fifth Avenue night before last, but were
scared of in time to save the effects"
''What is the number of the house, Mr..
Eversleigh?" asked his landlady II know
a very benevolent young lady, who lives on
that avenue"
The paper gives it as &c." replied
Philip, reluctantly.
Law" exclaimed Mrs Gray. 'The
very one. Such good lady she is. too!
Secretary of the Society for the Aid of the
In!igent"
"Who-Miss Coles''
''Yes. And they'd steal from her, Just
10 IiAc aS uOt SOlucOoty SHE 5 Utlpeu.
Mrs. Gray was mistaken, yet had struck
the average conclusion of woman.
'Ingratitude is one of the worst evils
has to contend with" said Mrs
Weeks. ''You say the marauders escaped,
Mr.. Eyersleigh?'
Yes; a young lady heard them in time to
save the valuables, but her cries frightened
them off,
No further news of an exciting nature pre-
serting itself he handed the paper to Mrs.
Weeks, with the remark:
Il do not feel particularly interested,
madam, if you will excuse me"
The lady thanked him, and expressed sor-
row for his illness.
Il am not i'll, madam" returned he
''only depressed" He took from his breast
pocket a small volume of Bryants poems
and laid it in her lap. ''You have men
toned the good old man as one of your ia
vorite authors; this tiny volume of his pure