The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1883-10-20

o " 80 tnat get falr play" BlOun
cries. still holding Herswards hand.
IAN right" Hereward agrees, LAUGHING
HAS Miss Middleton really proved const,1
for three years?"
II she hasn't she has come back to he
alesaance again, At all events, as she ha
promised to be Mira Richard Blount OF
thursday next, at half-post eleven O'Clock
% you re back again, old boy? How ioli,
glad am to see you! Aud you've come II
tor tune too! Iwish you joy!"
Than1." Hercward answers, with q
smile and . sigh together.
You haven't wished ME ioy, Won rnscs;. "
'Have not? do wish you ioy, Dick.
with all my heart. Where is it to be-"
'Ol, down at Kingscourt."
"Kingsoourt" Hereward winces little.
"ies won't that be jolly? Miss Middle
ton - wnrd In Chancery, you know, and
has no real homo Of her own. So, as the
Countess wishes it and she is herself fond of
kingscocEt. she h 70 b married from there, "
Hereward. though he WINGED, does not de-
cline to be present at his friends wedding
"aow veil you look, Herevard," Blount
exclaims, looking up at him. II never saw
fellow 80 improved in my life, Is it drill,
or what You are 20 sunburnt too! Won't
the sirls be setting their caps at you now.
Iou VIII be the catch Of tho season. How
often have you lost heart SINGER
mot once."
'Oh. come now, Hereward, you don't ex-
rcct me to balieve that! By-the-bye. Won
haven't asked after any of your old friends. !"
| Il should have heard bad news soon
enough"
| Poor Hesio I told You about his
death. KNOCKED under completely after
that affair Of Moth Il was horrid husi-
ne8.
Lady Gladys h It Kngscourt still?"
'she IA They have just returned from
Venice, to sPend Christmas there. 1 don't
know whnt to make Of that girl She has
had offer after ofer, to my certain knowl-
edge and has refused them all point-blank.
l never IN my life met q girl SO hard to
please. Bah bemoans her /; but she cannot
understand her any more than I can. 1
don't believe she viii ever marry now."
Herewards heart beats quickly; docs he
think he could explain why the beautiful
Lady Gladys PalliseE has never married?
''Kingscourt looks The same As ever. I SUP
pose :" he aka dreamily.
1T Is kept In much better order now.
There h moro money 70 spare. The present
Earl will be . rich man some of these days.
Seeing you again, Hereward, has brought
back that old time % vividly to my mind.
Yoa know ~ did not SO each other after
wardA What . JOKE Il was putting you
under arrest"
Il think il ~ anything but Joke"
1Ierewara answers. hin face darkening sud-
denly. Where ID CArtwright2"
why, didn't tsl you. The fellows
smashed. Went IN for some speculation
some awful cheat or other-and let himself
in for eleven hundred thousand pounds"
Horeward goes down to Kingsleish that
afternoon with Blount and his friend Sc
cures rooms in the little hotel close to his
,wn. Il is . comfortable hostelry, though
plain and unpretentiouA and bears the 81
of Tho Pallisey ArmA"
As soon as they have disposed of their lug
gnge, Bl0unt proposes walking over to Kings
court
''They expect - 10 dinner, he announces,
taking out his watch.
They cannot By any possibility expect
me. a1eward answers. laughing mo,
Dick. shall dine here. and 90 you to your
ladye-love'"
'But they do expect you. I told them
should dine with Them this evening. and
bring my best man. You are my best man.
1t makes no difference that then intended
to ask 9tmms Of Ousa. Come along, and
don't be nonsensical"
So Hereward and his friend dress and de-
part
1t is about 1--WE O'Clock, and very dark, ex-
ccpt for the silvery glitter of Orion overhead
aud the white blink thrown upward by the
snow. The air b too still to be intensely
cold, and the two men walk slowly up the
path by the river; their thoughts busy with
The events Of years before. They are neither
of them superstitious, or the darkness and
profound silence might have encouraged
thoughts Of the supernatural Us they pass the
spot ON the path where the unfortunate
gamekeeper had met his death. The black
trees, the banks Of snow-covered brambles,
the scarcely distinguishable path, are cheer
less and weird and cold and the mill, which
they come upon presently, looks desolate and
lonely. with no glimmer Of light in its VIM
dows.
Il wonder whether Anne Grace Trathaway
has forgotten poor North 2"
Il should think not if she ever really
cared for him."
'.Do you think she cared?"
'.If sue ever cared for any one, it was for
him."
WAS abe ever a. pretty as the people
said?"
She was pretty, but there was nothing in
her face"
'.What mischief the girls bring abou. ~
and Blount heaves profound sigh. They
do not speak again till they reach Kingscourt
The old hall is full Of freight as Purcell
admits them; its ruddy glow dances on the
old walls. Now dusky pictured face, now
an ancient suit Of armour starts out from the
semi-obscurity, - Il endued with life or iv-
ing wearer.
..Bab win be awfplly glad to see you, ;"
their creat-coats with Purcels aid. s'She has