The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1882-09-30
NO.. 8.

W iAiil aL aiA ropeHallI. Was il moi naiuraI
at Aer age lliat sne should lon. for pretty
dresses and jewels, and thai size snou.d
dream OF entering the worhl her loyel1uesa
80 Well ntteu her 10 aiorn, ami Of the aumi
rHlon "hlcn Aer charms would SO certainly
compel!
Humphrey remembered tenderly that
fioSs Aao engaged herseH 10 INN, with
chiiuiSh nnprudence, when he was a poor
and Aope-ess man and he was content tn
believe that much that had panied hlm in
the past Was due to his darilnp's extreme
youth, and that when she should be re-
moved from her present some what friyo.ous
surroundings, the soiemnlzlng tie of mar-
rage, the devotion OF her husband, perhaps.
the touch OF baby-hps upon her breast.
: would awaken the dormant soul III hia
caprIcious little Undlnc, and would render
her as sweet and womany as she was adors-
bic and pretty.
~ trust her to you, Marjory," the young
man SAID on his last evening in England.
lit was you who gave her back to me-
dear; keep her for me until return"
And Mar jory, bravely smiling, answered.
q will try"
The lovers were taking their last walk
together, and Miss SeDright had been
requested by Mrs. Dering to look alter
Floss.
They were u go through the house.
where the alterations were awaiting some
final decision on the part of its future mis-
tress, and to be back in time for dinner at
Gable End.
1t was the very last time, Mariory thought,
that she would walk with Humphrey La
mont. Her duties as governess were nearly
over now. His return from America would
be the signal for lifelong parting between
them.
1t was still, mild evening in February.
and the sun had set. Against the FAINT
green of the sky every branch and twig of
the bare old trees stood out in q delicate
network above the heads of the trio, as they
walked along within the gray palings of the
park, where the prinroses were already
peeping. On the farther side of the house.
low, rambling old pile, the windows Of
which looked blankly down Oil the village at
the foot of the hili-the gardens sloped to
the edges OF the great pond, on the frozen
surface of which the little scene had taken
place month or two before which led to the
discovery OF Humphreys secret
He remembered that now, though the ice
was all gone and punt half fun of water
was lying outside the boat-housc, on the
very spot where Floss lad left him standing
cold and sick at heart. Did she remember.
too:
Floss had been searching the garden-be1s
for the few flowers they contained, and, at
hat moment, her little hands, full of white
alo purple crocuses, came running back to
her ioyer, who was soberly walking by Miss
:5elright's side
The gray pond with its shiyering reeds
and broad floating leaves evidently awoke in
Floss no romantic recollectIons at all, for
she proceeded to stick her flowers into every
bptton-hoie of Mr.. Lamonts coat, chattering
volubly as she insisted: on his standing still
and holding up his chin during the opera
ton.
And what could he do but obey, as he
looked down On the charming flushed face
and tEe dewy dark eyes and childish lips he
adored?
" Where is Marjory's share?" he asked,
when at length his decoration was pro-
uounced complete. Purple Is her color
It brings out all the pretty chestnut tones in
Ter halr"
There are no purple ones left" de-
clared Floss, tossing her head Slightly at the
suggestion that there was any thing pretty
about her quiet little governess. And
am tired OF looking for flowers"
Come and rest i'll the boat-house," sug-
gesteo Humphrey, VINO was hungerng for
few last serious words with his little butter
tiy love. We Will go and sit down" AS
be spoke, he was taking two or three of the
purple cfocuses from his coat, and he
, offered them, smiling, to Aiarjory Il re-
| member day-don't you, Miss Dering?--
when poor fellow stood under the boat
house windows, feeling very miserable, in
deed, while little f,iiry in blue velvet was
skating away from hlin, never-as he once
| thought-to come back y
That was ali the poor fellows own fault,
| for being SO stupid" cried Floss, saucily.
''oh, you have dropped some OF my posies"
! but at the same Gil4Ie she saw the flowers
in Marjorys hand. go and sit with Miss
Sebrsht," she added, breaking into some
what shrill little laugh. go and admire
her chestnut tones 1 am going to skate
away from you aa..in."
! Ihe child darled off with these words
down one of the oid-fashioned laurel walks,
and Humphrey naturally went in pursuit
crying out to her not to be foolish, rs it was
| ge,silg late and he must take her home
! AiarJory Was left alone by the great gray
poi.oi with the bunci; of purple erocuses in her
hand. she could hear the two voices calling
to each other across the laurel hedges in the
! evening Stiffness; ana then they died away,
and there Was not "a sound III all the wide
gardens.
She walked down to the edge of the water
and dropped the little nosegay into the
pond. 1t fell with u little splash and the
| circling bubbles gl.tiered, broke, and died
out N faint rings that gradually subsided,
leaving the surface OF the pond rs still and
uDbroken as before.
THAT is how the world will 90 on" she
thought quietly, when aud all my trou-
bic are at rest. Life does not stand still for
the sake of a dream. 1 must awake and go
back to my work"