The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1883-11-17

Deacon Blylenbur. hem,nrd and hawpl

Deacon Bly.lenburs ilemnrd and hawe.l.
He didn't want t. hurt no on. feeling; bat
but as to her holn VI known that
20 all lnfents ;nd 'ir.' - - OH pac.. lac;
long ago passed ou, of Par,ou rox's owner
ship; and they were willing TO accord i.er
any reasonable lem: il OF time to pack up
and. take leave Of her frien is say q week.
So Joanna, who could think of no rr,rain
ing friend but her old gavermess, WHO l.a.1
long ago gone to N W York to ii Int the IRE t
world for herself. wens down to the city,
and appealed to Miss Woodin in her cx.ren-
ity; anl Mis- Woolin cried over her an.
kissed her am care,sed her, liAe an old
maiden aunt.
"What arm to do ?" said poor, pale JOAN
ma II can't starve!"
"Theres no necessity for any one starv-
ing in this great, busy world" said Miss
Woodin, cheerfuly. "All one wants is fac.
ulty."
Joanna shrank little from the hard,
stereo,ypel word which size had so often
heard from the lips of Mrs. E,nmons, Miss
Sabiua Sexton, and that >isterhood.
But how do you live:" said she.
"Do you see that thing there in the cor
ner?" said Miss Woodin.
"Yes," answered Joanna. "Is it q sewing
:aachine?"
"1t's q typewriter" announced Miss
Woodin, "apd I earn my living on it."
"But what do you write p said Joanna
"Anything can get" said Miss Woodin.
And thus. in the heart of the great wilder
meas of New York. Joanna FOX commenced
her pilgrimage of toll
First on the type writer, then promoted to
. compilers desk in the ..fasliion depart-
ment of prominent weekly journal then.
by means of . striking original sketch.
slipped into the letter-box of the Ladies'
Weekly with fear and trembling, to place
on the contributors list then gradually ris-
ing to tue rank Of n spirited young novelist,
until our village damsel hal her pretty
dat FURNISHED like a miniature palace.
VIII Miss Woodin anil her typewriter snug.
" installed in one corner.
because owe everything t. her," said
she young authoress. gratefully.
And one Jay. glanc;ng over the exchanges
in the sanctum Of the Ladies' Weekly, to
whose columns che still contributed, she
came across copy Of the Eoxville Gazette.
III. ster, she said, hurrying home to Miss
Woodin, "the parsonage is to be sold at
auction tomorrow, and I mean to go up and
buy it; for ] am sure-quite sure that I
could write better there then anywhere Ella
n the world"
Miss Woodin agreed with Joanna. Miss
Woo''in believes most firmly in whatever Jo-
anna believed In her loving eyes the sue
bessfui young writer was always right.
So Joanna Fox and Miss Woodin, dressed
in black and closely yelled, went up to Fox
vile to attend the auction sale.
Everybody was there. They didn't have
an auction sale ct Foxvilie every day in the
week.
Squire Burton was there, with vague
idea of purchasing the old place for a pub
lie garden.
lit would be attractive, said the squire.
"These open-air concert gardens are max
ing no end of money in the cities. don't
see why the Germans need pocket all the
money that there is going"
Mrs. Emmons came because everybody
else did. Miss Dodge, who had saved a little
money, thought that if the place went cheap
she would pay down part and give q mort
gage for the remainder.
''And my sister could keep boarders," she
considered, "and could always have nice
home there"
But Simon Lockedse was most determined
of all to have the parsonage.
II could FIX it up" he said to himself,
"and live there real comfortable. It's q
dreadful pretty location, and I'm bound to
have it; especially siuce mothers investments
have turned out bad and We have got to sell
the old farm. Nothing hasn't gone right
with Us since I broke of with tho old par
sons granddaughter. Il wasn't quite tho
square thing to do, but there seemed no
other way. But let mother say what she
will, it brought bad luck to Us.
And the rustic crowd surged in and out
and ths auctioneer mounted to the platform
on nm old kitchen table, and the bidding be-
gan at i've hundred dollars, and chung fire"
for some 6mA