The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1883-01-06
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These thoughts occupied her attention till
4 sEs reached the upper part OF tie city.
The driver turned Lis team into Ihirt;eth
Street
VI She saw people running, and heard a loud
clamor. WI. dows were opened and heads
stuck out, in anticipation OF sensational
{ feast
s The driver looked round.
! 'Shall turn back, ma'am? Some:hin.
wrong up street"
Clara's curiosity was aroused; SIZE bade
4 him drive on.
Ss When the carriage reached the scene, to
gain which the horses almost trampled on
the excited pedestrians, the driver called out
! to know the trouble.
Cripple killed or DYING answered
burly individual.
Two policemen were lifting from the side
walk the insensinle form OF Grabbed Joe,
the Spider.
g He had gotten out of the area to the street
/ and fallen exhausted 10: twenty yards from
the gate.
Clara, through her coachman, prcffered
the use OF Ter carriage to the officers, who
did not hesitate to accept it.
They huddled the unfortunate hunchbacll
inside and took seats on the box beside tie
reluctant driver, whom Clara ordered to re-
turn home before putting up the horses. A
passage through the crowd WAS made, and,
Il while the carriage was slowly vending its
third Street. Some time after her arrival
home, the vehicle drew up before the door,
S She went out, prepared for her work.
tEaJ hn vv1fh
some disease" said the coachman, giving
the information unasked, and III manner
that indicated intelligence as to what was
expected of him. "iIe's a regular spawned
brute, and they do say he's got his portrait
in the Rogues' Gallery"
Claras plying heart was touched.
'Poor nan!' she sighed. ."Where hare
they taken him?'
& 10 the Bellevue, maam."
'Drive there, then, at once" She sprang
! In and closed the door. Perhaps he has
Z no friends to care for him, and Le may be
l aeglected!''
At the hospital, she received marked at
& tention. Her charitable wolIS was well
d known there.
She was shown directly to the ward to
n which the new patient Lad been assigned.
ga He lay upon o low cot, attended by the
surgeon and m assistant
s 'Good day, Miss Coles" said the former,
blufay. "You do we'll in coming to-day.
1 We have here case much needing gentle
4 care for it is hopeless. His injuries are SO
Z oevere that he can last but short time.
Clara bent over the unfortunate thief, and
& NV the dark, long line beside the temple.
"What terrible CASH."
Hf "Ugly-yery uglyv" said the surgeon.
i,,k 1,,o o.<r o1y o.16
y falling"
'You do not think he could have been
toully dealt with, do you?"
Es. The doctor looked grim, and answered, in
1ow torres:
II do strongly suspect foul play. The
ALLOW is notorious character-a thief-and
~. it is more than likely, fallen out with
sms Or more of his pals"
well, sir, am ready to care for him, !"
seponded the noble-hearted girl. '.Leave
jour directions with me as we'll as with the
*Stlgular nurse"
Life may be prolonged long enough to
eaord him opportunity to make statement
nd zee clergyman" said the surgeon.
s ae D unconscious now, as you can see.
After arranging the sufferers position SO
nj be lay less cramped, the doctor pre-
leted some medicine, to be given at inter-
M in the use of which he instructed the
fconstituted nurse, asking if there was
aything he could get her, to render her
sieih less irksome.
But Clara thought not of herself, but Of
ns hunchback's spiritual condition.
Hhe decided to send for Philip.
-xou can do this poor creature q favor by
ending for the Reverend Mr.. Eversleigh.
ing'
She gave him the address, and he left to
aend another unfortunate in need OF his
ntned services.
Save for light supper, she did not leave
sue - bedside moment. The dim light OF
- room. and the long line of beds. with
~ white coverlets, looked dismal and
Soosty in the night, but it was scene not
NV 70 her.
The good Samaritan soon gets used to
y sqch surroundings, though scarcely ever to
- eoncomitant sufferings. Many self
cnncing woman has closed the eyes and
sepe tears of sorrow on the dead face Of the
dened criminal, who has been deserted
~ ms own, feeling that if in the life of the
q wretch some kind word had been
!en. some kind hand extended, there
&nt have been one soul less lost for time
eternity. That hand never out-stretch-
mat kind word never spoken. the poor
cn. pushed down, down into the depths,
ast crushed by the iron hand OF law.
As nine o'clock, Mr.. Eversleigh came in.
- lou sent in time, Miss Coles" he said.
~ - see morning, your messenger would NOT
~ ~ lound me. Is this the victima"
k,r.s ne is asleep now; you will be COM