The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1882-09-23
CHAPTER K.
And So she fell asleep.

Alarjory had made up her mind to tell
Bob everything" in her letter from Gable
End. She kne# very well that her brother
would not be bored By them, no matter how
long they might be, and, least of all, by
that part of them which should relate to
their old friend iIr Lamont.
And so her very first budget of news
naturally contained spirited little account
OF her midnight interview with Mrs Der
ing and history Of the sorrowful tidings
wliiei. awaited Humphreys return to his
chambers
Some people might say Bob," wrote
the girl courageously, that we had better
Rot NEEDLE III Mr.. Lamont's loye-affair at
all, and that it is no business of ours. But
DON'T think SO, and I am sure you don't
either. To be sure, have never seen any
one before who was in love; but, in the
novels have read and the plays we have
sometimes gone to see together, I have
often noticed how trouble has been caused
bv false Gelicacy and the want of few sen-
sible words spoken IN time to avert suffer.
ing instead of after it was all over And SO.
Bob, | want you, if you should chance to see
Mr. Lamont, not to give him a hint, be-
cause that is thing my big goose of
brother is incapable of doing, but to tell him
as considerably as you can Of the change
that has taken place here and OF the happi-
ness that awaits him if he will only come
back"
And it happened that, day later, as
Bob Sebright was sitting in the den, with
his slippers on the hob. blowing great
clouds Of tobacco from his pipe and comfort
ably enjoying his little sisters letter. the
door opened, and Humphrey Lamont walked
in.
He had not been to his deserted chambers;
he had driven straight to Charlotte Street
from the station, longing for the sight of
friendly face; he had no idea of what was
awaiting him.
In few minutes Bob Sebright had told
him all, and Humphrey Lamont was on his
way to Friar's Cross, Many days elapsed,
however, before he was seen at Gable
End.
His presence was solely needed in the
darkened house where his uncle lay in a
cruel state of prostration, refusing all con-
ISOLATION and forbdding ell action until his
nephew should arrive.
"You loved him, Humphrey! You loved
my poor boy!" cried the old man, clinging
to him piteously. "And you will not leave
him there among strangers-you will bring
him home to me that we may lie side by
side at last in the home from which l drove
hlm-may Heaven forgive met"
And what could Humphrey do but prom
ise7 Bowed down as he felt by remorse,
when he remembered his own selfish wan
deripgs at the hour when SO terrible q
blow had fallen OH his house, and having
the daily grief to endure of witnessing the
stricken fathers agony, what had the young
man to do with love, hope, or selfish joys
just then?
He himself would willingly have started
without an hours delay for New York; but
in this desire he was restrained by the rap
idly-failing health ana varying moods of the
old man, who would one day urge him to
hasten the preparations for his departure,
and would implore him on the next, with
childish terror, not to leave him to die alone
like his poor forsaken Cyril.
But at length time was fixed and his
passage secured, and then, sad-browed,
smileless lover, poor Humphrey walked
across the frozen fields in the January after
noon to Gable End, and saw again the lovely
childish face which he believed was lost to
him for ever.
Miss Sebright was sitting at one Of the
of windows in the little widows draw
ing-room, and stitching busily at .
little woolen garment which Floss
had began and grown tired of; for Mrs.
Dering, resisting the Captains sug-
gestion that they should all run across to
Paris for the New Year, bad resolved to do