The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1882-12-30

! iercnt from the genuine"
Had he been Ike the generality of man.
! kind. the impending storm would have been
! Eastcned, but the unwarrantable thrust was
! PASSED by.
We were as mother and son., he said,
Gently -''qlite confidential hat is, 1 was.
( And when Mrs. Weeks broached the SUBJ
lect OF going as lady's companion suggested,
as she had already taken an interest i'll you,
that she apply here vt once"
! Cecil flushed.
''iou have revealed to stranger the Sc
Cret of our unfortunate, idle love.'
, - cannot see any harm in that
There are none SO blind as those
who viii not see. You have become
Im5ec!le already, or are patternine after
the child of tender years even vour
most slcred thoughts become pnblic proper
". One would suppose pride power
nj enough to keep the rejected suitor trcm
laying bare tie fact
10 this TRADE. lie made no answer
Her biting sarcasm and bitterness cut
deep. AS the harp->tring, swept by rude
hahds, clashes III ,llScord. so were the ten
dlils Of his heart Jared by Eer unnatural
lighting passion.
Nor couid lie hide the pang it gave him.
she noticed his; look, but her imagined
wrongs held her captive, and her suspicions
We're having tuel added 10 them
People are very unlike, l suppose" she
said, ''nd Mrs. Weeks Is charming wo-
man- your foolisLness is almost pardon
able
Cecil, DO you not think yon are nniust?"
he at last ventured. is it right to have
so much pride? Ii ycu knew the crcum-
stances under which"
She tossed her head impatiently, and
would not wait for him to finish
81 don't wish to know for it now concerns
ne not at all. Still, l cherished the hope
hat you We're consistent, and could regard
lie feelings of others"
Again he attempted to explain, but she
went on, unheedng him:
Me you have not at all considered: I re-
iected your advances because of coyent
reasons, but not because I was averse to
yonr pretended (as now know it to be) af-
lection. l gave you to understand that l
should ever be your friend seliishness held
you-you never came near me. Ii such
things are elements of Christianity, 1 want
none Of it,.
''But my letter explained was it not
enough? asked her lover, mortified beyond
measure at her injustice.
She paused, checked by doubt.
"Wlat letter.
That which sent you just after I came
to New York"
''What were its contents?"
why, did you net read it?-an explana-
ton OF my reasons for leaving home, and
begging you to send to me under certain
cir Hmstances.
Her eyes flashed at this supposed pre-
varicatoD.
Il received no letter; nor did you mail
one Let Inc caution you, Philip Ever
sleigh, to put aside your sacerdot;,l habit,
and sanctimonious face, and cease playing
the whited sepulchre. Religion is insulted
enough, both by open reyilers and hypo-
critics, for you to take sides with either
This Outburst overwhelmed him. Her
manner was wild and her voice harsh and
devoid of all modulation, and resembled
more the rawlings of the insane than one in
possession of reason.
Cecil call him liar-hypocrite! Her gen.
tie, loving nature whittier had it fed?
Whence had come this evil SPIRIT"
Imploringly he held out his hands and
advanced toward her.
Cecil! Cecil, listen to me!'
''Do not approach mel" she cried II
loathe-I abhor you! and am thankful that
my vision is cleared. Man-what is he? A
cringing, cowardly wretch
Cecil! Cecil! do you know what you are
saying? You are slurring the memory of
the dead'"
They did not see Mrs. Weeks and Clara,
who entered behind them.
''Nay, am not!' she shrieked. sEven
my own father was too cowardly to tell me
what had right to know! Pride, pride,
WAS all he gave me, save gold, that cannot
purchase peace for the wounded heart
With all my wealth. am alone alOne!'
Mrs. Weeks came forward and placed an
arm about the impassioned girls waist.
your friend"
The calm, motherly voice had sympa-
thetic depth in it that acted magically~ 1t
stayed the torrent-C Cecil's head fell on the
widows bosom.
An hour before, she had spoken to her for
the first time, yet now hesitated not to 60 to
her as the child goes to its mother.
Mrs. Weeks led her away.
Philip, despite Claras urgings to remain,
left the house sad of heart, with the terrible
agony of man who finds his hearts affec-
tions misplaced.
A few hours later, Cecil Clayton was on
her way back to Connecticut, accompanied
by Mrs. Weeks and George Newton.
They could scarcely have boarded the boat,
when a carriage drove rapidly up to Miss
Coles residence.
Out of it got Jared Clark.
He wished to see Miss Clayton.
Gaining information that she had gone,
whittier the servant would not say, he asked
for Miss Coles. She, also, was out, having
left at the same time. The servant had re-
ceived instructions to say nothing else, and
was supremely stupid when asked at what
hour they we're likely to return.
Muttering curses on his luck, Clark
sprang into his equipage and drove of.
CHAPTER XXI.