The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1883-07-28

home"
would you, indeed ?" Mis- Middleton re
Peats suspiciously. Am I to understand
that as hint that you do not afdently desir,
my company"
Il never hint"
DO you not? II there Is anything hat,
IN the world, It is those people who say the,
tell the truth at any cost! It gives them an
opportunity of saying all kind Of rude things
and that is why they do it. Gladys, win you
wait for me
':Most assuredly: But don't be too long
dear. The sun SO soon disappears, and then
the cold is intense"
Hereward is allowed to carry basket, and
Miss Middleton, in her gray homespun, de.
fes the snow and its unbecoming properties,
and laughs merrily when she sinks into the
snowdrifts, and holds out her hands to Here.
ward to be extracated therefrom. He has
only one hand at liberty to assist her, but il
is strong determined hand, able to pull
against any superintendent weight of snow.
Lady Gladys in her fur cap walks little
in front, not talking much, but turning he1
head now and then to reply to her friends
gay chatter. Her bright cheeks, her bright
hair, her beautiful cold eyes, her velvet dress,
are thrown out picturesquely by the dazzling
background of the snow. Hereward is not
too much engrossed by his companion to
watch her-to admire her, perhaps.
The village is some five minutes walk
even through tho snow-from Kingscourt
and it is reached b sharp descent through
the plantations above the lake. Here Here
ward leaves the two Indies, and betakes him
self to the post Office He has written to
wish his friend merry Christmas, and to
tell him any news he thinks may interest
him. He does not tell him that Miss Mid
dleton is beguiling her tediousness at his
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS, but he does tell him
what he has heard concerning himself, and
also tells him-for his consolation-that a
certain prophetic saying of his is coming true
and that he ought to practice the wisdom he
preached.
Hereward does not wait the return of his
companions in the village He goes home
through the woods He meets the new game
keeper near the stile leading out of the woods
on to the lawn. lie is surly looking young
fellow, handsome enough in q rather highly.
c0ored way, with black eyes and eyebrows
a fresh complexion, and curly black hair.
He carries gun in the hollow of his arm,
and five or six half lf-trained dogs follow at his
heels As Hereward passes him, he touches
his cap with a searching suspicious glance
from under his shaggy brows-a glance which
rather puzzles the recipient.
Hereward finds another invitation to din
ner awaiting him. This Christmas season
makes people condesccnding, he supposes,
else surely the Countess would not request
the pleasure of his company to dinner ON two
consecutive evenings! He goes upstairs
rather unwillingly to dress for this second
dinner party. He would much rather sit in
The ibrary with his book. But he cannot
very well refuse the Countesss invitation.
He supposes he is asked to amuse Miss Mid
dleton.
He feels more at home at dinner this even
ing, though at no time had he been overpow-
cred III any way by the-to him-unus,lal
state at Kingscourt. He conformed himself to
circumstances with consummate tact always.
Blount had often told him that, laughingly.
Probably it was rather his careless indiffer-
ence than any taking thought which made
him appear always SO thoroughly self-pos-
sessed.
He does not take Lady Gladys in to dinner,
Mr.. Cartwright has that honor. But he can
see her, between two tall frosted silver eperg-
A-~s WAASAAONOA A4O AAo CyCo Sllo SAiS III.
rectly opposite him, beside Mr.. Cartwright.
Evening dress is terribly trying to that GEN
,leman, it makes him look so exactly like a
waiter. Lord Heriot looks to disadvantage
also in it, but with difference.
Il saw the brettiest little girl to-day that
l have ever seen in my life" Lore! Heriot IT,
marks, while Purcell fills his glass.
Didn't 1.tel you sol" exclaims Doctor
ucVHno nspryNS IL, L. = I.
of excitement. Didn't l tell you
so? You've been down to the mill p
'Yes. Cartwright and walked home
that way, and / called in to hear old Tratha-
ways grievance. The roof is certainly in a
bad way"
'.But is she SO very pretty?" Miss Middle
ton inquiries.
Stunning, assure you? A regular
beauty there is no mistake about that And
she knows it as well as / do"
Il am dying with curiosity to see her.
How did You manage to have an interview z"
Every easily. We walked straight into the
kitchen, and there she was, peeling apples,
or something Of the kind.
SIS she dark or fair p
81 really can't say, but she's awfully pref
ty."
''She has red hair" Mr.. Cartwright re-
marks, delicately disposing Of two OF three
grapes.
'.And do you admire her ?" Miss Middleton
turns to him, laughing
s.No. she's too p,Oaorcee to suit my taste.
I admire nothing so much as elegance in
lady,"
s.Ah, indeed!"
"Yes, Mr.. Cartwright goes on, smoothing
his own sleek red hair. 81 could not ad-
mire low born girl were she ever SO hand
some. I like style, and an air Of fashion,
md all that kind Of thing; think it is of SO
much more consequence than good looks"
"Bab. you must sing for US to-night, "
Lord Heriot says
..Must!" Miss Middleton echoes II