The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1883-05-12

That was all Mr.. Bishop said, and
Nelllc was not again toned during
the evening by either of the lovers.
Just before DR.. Bishop took his leave,
tcssie supplied lull in the conversa-
ton by bringing up subject dear to
wOman'S heart.
There's something d forgot to tell
you, Charles" she said. :'Papa has
promised to buy me the handsomest
wedding dress he can find, and set OF
jewelry in the bargain. What do you
think Of that?n
The olG mans trump-that's
what say"
The physician did not speak as
though he had much concern in the
matter, and the words seemed to come
with an effort.
1.-The old man. That's a nice way
to speak of father"
well the Governor, your dad then,
will that suit:"
"Charles!"
"What is it?"
"You need not be so snappish -
exclaimed Bessie, somewhat haught-
lily. II think you ought to have more
respect for my father than to indulge
IN slang or cant phrases in connec ton
with his name."
land so have respect for him, but
don't see why you should be forever
twitting me Of my imperfections.
hope the Olc-that is, your father will
give you . house and ten acre plot of
ground, barns, stables, cow-sheds and
the deuce knows what, if you want
them, and they are likely to please you.
I'm sure I've no objection, nor has
any one else any objection, that know
of. By jove, if you keep on, I shall
be hen-pecked before I'm married. And
If you get at me now, every chance,
what will you do afterward. Really
I'm beginning to frighten at the pros
pect.''
There were two big tears in Bessie's
pretty eyesa as Charles concluded. She
brushed them away with tiny hand
kerchief, and turned her back upon
him.
Are you going away, Bessie?"
asked the doctor, going toward her.
"Have | been ugly? What, you
won't speak,"
No reply.
Come, act like woman, not like
child. You are too old for such
nonsense.> Forgive me-let US make
up"
lie approached and attempted to put
his arm about her waist. Bessie drew
away quickly.
: You have insulted me, sir,' said
Bessie, angrily, land for nothing at
ALL"
But you do make me so irritable,
my DEAR apologized Dr.. Bishop, with
q smile. Really, | didn't intend to
h0 r,,An
iriends.'
The angry girl drew further away
and made move toward the door.
Charles.
"Until you apologize for your rude.
ness-yes," she said, and her cheeks
were flushed, while q glitter danced
from her beaming eyes.
"Good night, then"
GOOD night.'
The physician remained . moment
looking at the closed door.
1--WE made q fool of myself" he
muttered. Somehow or other have
lately developed . gigantic proclivity
she my promised bride! My promised
bride! All, how happy could be |
L
| scarcely know.o
He twirled his hat about on the tip
Of his finger, and contemplated the
floor, queer look passing over his fea-
lures.
''Bessie is handsome, and as good as
she is fair. Then why should l not be
happy. Yes, AMI am. She is all
the world to me.''
So saying, the young man buttoned
up his coat collar, and pushing open
the door with a nervous hand, issued
forth into the garden, passing and nod
ding good night to Mr.. Boyd, as he
reached the gate.
The night was dark and dreary and
the air keen, and DIR. Bishop shivered
IS he hurried along. He would be
obliged to pass the darkest spot in all
the village on his way home, and yet
he needed not to 60 out of his way, as
he did, to take look at the abiding
place of the Remingtons.
lie paused . moment at the entrance
to tho rocky dell and looked, it may
have been eagerly, down it. But his
eyes discerned NO light, and, conclud-
ing that they were abed, he went on.
why did not bring . lantern?"
he said to himself. Il really am liable
to dash my brains out at this rate.
Ahl What's that?"
His foot had struck against an object
just in his path. He stumbled and al
most fell from the shock, with such
force did his foot strike.
Suddenly . pair of cold bony hands
were pressed against his throat and h.
was forced back. He was in the grip
of an unseen enemy. So sudden was
the onslaught that he could not. cry
aloud, if he would, and, mastering up
ell his courage, he attempted to fling
off his assailant.
But the creatureheld him with a grip
of iron. For few minutes there was
q silent struggle. then, dealing the
physician two or three powerful blows,