The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1882-09-09
WOrdiess gratitude,

worlless gratitude.
''Iou always were q trump. James," he
cried, kind of sob choking the words IN
his throat. ''Forgive me if l have bored
you-but you are the first person to whom
| have confded my secret-and it is such
relief to talk of her"
Before Lord Oldentowers could answer.
the door opened, and Bob Seb-ight came in,
followed by his sister.
CHAPTER ".
The pair looked more like father ard
daughter, for there was a difference of
twenty years in their ages, and the compo-
Ser was already turning very gray.
Poor Bob had never married, the charge
of a long succession Of brothers and sisters,
of whom Marjory was the youngest, having
prevented his even dreaming of such an in
diligence.
It had also unhappily weighed him so un-
fairly IN the race for reputation and for
fortune that he had been compelled to lag
behind, and to employ his naturally fire
talents in the manner most likely to enable
him to make both ends meet.
He considered, however, that at the point
he had then reached, having married the
sisters and settled the brothers more or less
comfortably in life, he was reapins the
reward of his labors in his quiet old lodg-
ings, which We're shared by Marjory and
brightcned by the gir3s loving devotion;
and he often declared that he was the luck
lest man in tie world
When the composer had promised to look
through Lord O!GeutoWers's musical CLEAN
i.Gs, and to edit the volume should they
prove worthy Of publication, the little no.
bleman took his leave, having first invited
bob and Mr.. Lamont to dine with him that
evening at the Roscius, an invitation which
wss accepted by Humphrey alone.
As the lail door closed behind Lord Oh
danttwcrs, AIadge looked up from her
mending at her brother, and said eagerly
''Wcll?"
And Bob, lighting his pipe and pulling
couple Of chairs up to his table. answered
Kindly
'.Well, It is an settled, my child, and you
must make room for your sister and the
youngsters as best you can"
AiarjoTy rose, and, as she stood behind
her brothers chair, she put her arms round
his neck and Laid her cheek down on his
Gr1zzled head without word. Bob put up
hand to pat one of hers, and then she
went back 10 her seat in the window and
The two men were already deep in the
discussion of some work they were Jointly
employed upon, and Humphrey had to read
the last scene Of his book for Bob's new
oporetta, Far E0samond.
-darjory was Gs G,liet as a mouse over
her sowing; but from tine to time, when
the discussion grew animated, she looked
up and smiled at Bob'S eager gesticElatiors
and Mr. Lamont's haif-tried, half-comical
ar.
THAT will do then, you think" Hum
phrey said at last, with the addition of the
ballad for Marion, the tire-woman, and the
introduction of Queen Eleanor into the ses-
teate: I say, old fellow, you are rather
benindhand with the score! Schreimer
was growing like a bass fiddle over the de-
lay when I saw him just now"
Let him growl," returned Bob composed
". Il have had something else to think of
this week. You remember pcor Old Dick,
who died year ago:'
Your brother? Yes, indeed, Bob. His
HeGTts Ei2nnt was the first book | ever re-
viewed Many a jolly hour we have spent
together. What promise he gave, poor
lad"
y Perhaps it viii be fulfilled in some other
existence returned Bob sadly. shaking his
kind old head. But in this world his g2,or
lttie widow and her children find it hard to
I've, now he is gone, so Mariory and I have
decided to bring them home and look after
them for bit until something turns up
That means, Mr.. Lamont" said Mario-
RI quietly from her corner, THAT Bob is
gong to work for three more people, when
1t is as much as he can do already to keep a
idle girl IKE me-"
Don. mind lariory. lamont" cried
Bob, shaking his fist at the sweet, ugly qu.7-
esing face in the window "A little hard
work viii dome good. l am getting alto.
gether TOO lazy IN my old age We rlust
see what we can make of Oldentowerss lit
tle book. He'sa decent fellow if he is a
lord"
Now, Bob, won't be put down in that
way pleaded his sister, rising and coming
forward, slender. graceful shape in her
plumcolore3 stuff gown. Mr. Lamont.
you viii take my part. l ans sure. You
know am not cleveE. Ike Bob. ] have no
talent Of any sort except the mechanical one
OF humping the piano, which hate, except
Fer It's being useful TO my brother"
"And the talent of making that old
brother altogether too comfortable and hap
py," put in Bob.
.'Lat have lad q good education. thanks
to hiln, and | believe [ could teach oiher
girls what / know myself. I an SO fond of
children"
.'Abs'srllly fond!"-from Bob again.
NOW don't yoc think he ought to let ne
heip him little, when he is gong to under
take such q heavy addition to his expenses?
:. am twenty-five, and not bit pretty.
Why should not go out as goyerness:"
asked 1Iarjory.
Humphrey Lamont smiled kindly and ap-
proV:nggly at the eager unaffected face up
lifted to his
Il would dnot leave Bob for all the world"
MarIory continued earnestly, ''if Kitty were
not coming 10 STAY here HIf chn VIII e,4,r,j,-