The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1883-07-14

, hing else. lie acknowledges Lord lte1ot's
Introduction to Eereward by sl>;l.t-sery
sli inclination Of his carafully- parted rel
lair and tle;r eyes meet tc- az instant Cart
,:ri5nt's re ana a,lery, Hareva.,.s dark and
scos-lful. Hoth remember the day when
HereWar,i lad tonight him N The q;,a6lranse
ct College. cstensii}ly because Cartwright had
o.Terad him some cowarI.iy insalt ; in reality,
give vent, on tie one side. to tha contempt,
! Ga tie other to The Jealousy Of years.
Nothing short OF a broken y sa had taught
Cartwright the wisdom Of lc,:ia1, the your-
eiz;iI alone
Cartwright til carries tie broken nose.
It IS q very small nose. ani Cor that reason
does not show the Jreahase badly, bat still
it is broken, and II looks il. Hercward
chances at his handiwork with kind OF gri,n
satisfaction. No provision warns him that
that matilatcd feature will yet cost him dear.
Mr.. Cartwright makes himself very agree
rble to Lady GLADYS according to his ideas
He tells her how much Le paid for Lis new
hunter, how many thousands for the plant
Ing Of those young trees on the Kinsscourt
side of his estate. He talks Of shooting
pheasants in December at the cost of half-e-
guinea each, and of his yacht, the Dtrling
He calls her the Daerling Lady Gladys lis
ward despises her for 50 listening. The
Honorable Everard Pailiser, who is present,
! does not behave with equal po,iteness When
MIR. Cartwright facetiously pulls his long curls
lie jerks them out OF his hand almost rudely.
He is fine bold-faced little boy of five or
six, with hair cut straight across his forehead.
He occupies a high chair between the Frau
| lein and his sister.
IL
luncheon, Hereward declining to join them,
though Lord Heriot presses him to do so, and
returning to the library and lis books.
But half an hours grind" brings on lazy
| tit, and he pushes his books aside, and, leah
ing both elbows on the table and his head on
his hand, watches the skaters on the lake be-
low.
He can see them quite plainly, for they
have chosen place on the ice quite close to
the foot of the terrace steps, The sunshine
still lies golden on the brown woods, on the
snowy lawns, on the spell-bound water.
Lady Gladys wears dress of black velvet
trimmed with light-colored fur, and a fur
cap. The sharp fresh air and exercise have
frightened her cheeks she looks radiant.
Cartwright is clumsy skater, but Lord Herio.
skins over the ice like bird. Lady GLADYS
skates as we'll as he does, but she does not
seem 70 care about it to-day. She very often
assumes the part of spectator. Cartwright
stays very much in her vicinity, and talks to
her good deal. Hereward wonders what
they are talking about He can hear their
voices, but he cannot distinguish the words.
But he thinks he can guess the purport of
Cartwrights speeches No doubt he thinks
the daughter Of hundred Earls is one to be
desired.
And Lady Gladys! Is she in love with
thirty thousand q year? For it cannot be
that she likes this man, with his great white
face, his red whiskers, his thick voice. But
she will marry him. And it is just like a
woman, Hereward thinks, with exceeding
bitterness
For has not wonan--a simple, kitten
faced country girl-thtcwn him over for
fewer hundreds than Cartwright has thou
sands9 Did not Nettis Blcnnt promise to
love him for ever and ever. aml dill she not
break her promise before The year was out
He thinks Of that letter which she wrote to him
for she was too great coward to spea to
him face to face--and pities himself with a
great pity. He thinks of the last time he
saw her, when they parted rs lovers, when
she had made 5im promise to write to her
every day, and to wear locket which she
had given him next his heart He had kept
his promise faithfully and honestly, writing
those letters between lectures, or when he
ought to have been asleep. and had worked
harder than any other fellow at College, foz
her sake, and all the time she had been play
ing him false. Poor boy-poor fool But
II is all over now, Hereward thinks, with q
stern smile. The dead might as easily be
raised from their graves, alive and well, as
his old love recall the heart she had whistled
d.vn the wind.
1t is year since he has seen her, and fo1
most of that time he had been nursing his
love into greater strength than it knew while
it still had hope to feed upon. But now he
has determined to put it down with high
hand-to trample it under foot-to bury i,
out of his sight. He is determined to do this,
and he does not find it 80 very difficult to &C.
complish as he imagined it would be.
The pain has even thrill that is not all
pain in it, kind Of martyrs sensation no,
altogether n ','easant
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