The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1883-09-01
TH1BODAUX LA, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER lis

1it of jealousy, or that some ono else shot MIN
for the same reason. Had the girl any Other
lovers ?"
Hereward does not Immediately answer
tlib question. He looks into the fire with 9
very troubled expression,
''She was . very pretty girl, and greatly
| admired, he says, at last. "She may have
hud twenty lovers for aught know. She
has not been long ut home. But how does
Cartwright account for the bullet-mould
found in North's house, or for the gun hay-
ing been loaded with ball?"
His supposition of self-destruction only
can account for that. But then there is the
fact Of the body having been dra g. d fou
half dozen yards from the spot where it
fell The man could not have dragse him
self out of the path after the shot was fred,
for death must have been instantaneous, /
asked Heriot whether the fellow had ever
threatened to destroy himself; but he looked
stupid and nervous, and I could get nothing
out of him never saw any one so cut up.
What ON earth is he doing with himself ~
II d. net know. The Countess wants Lin
to return to Kingscourt, but he will not.
do not see any reason for his staying away
'.Reason! Why, what reason could there
be The fellow has no business in town.
for he told me 50.
''What reason, indeed, Herr ~ d repeats,
absantly. Il think he ought to come back. :"
'.He certainly ought. This Cartwright is
a pushing fellow. Does he want to get into
Lady Gladys good gra.es by the exertions
he is making in bshali Of her fathers gnme-
keeper"
'.i don't know; perhaps So" Hereward
answer. ''But I think he had better let Il
alone. Perhaps she will not thank him for
it
81 don't suppose she will, indeedf What
is it to her?"
.'It may be more than b thinks But his
Inquiries will Gall to the ground Nothing
more will come to light am sure of that
Somebody ought to advise him to mind his
own business"
II agree with you. hate the fellow like
poison But let US talk of something pleas.
ant Hereward, you haven't answered my
question. Wasn't true prophet"
'.About what?" Hereward aska
"About your broken heart.~
"Ah, says Hereward, between his teeth.
ut IS quite whole again now, is it not
You are amazed at the donkey you made of
yourself, are you not ?"
II am, Hereward answers, laconically.
"Didnt tell you so?" Blount exclaima,
Eyes; you certainly did But come now,
Dick, why didn't you tell me your own
grievance? You vere hit harder than l
xas. after all"
Blount rcddens to the roofs Of his fair
mir.
':who told you that?" he asks, with a
,omical look"
You didn't, at all events But it would
lave sefved you quite right if had cut you
,ut"
1T wouldn't have been hard to do that,
I'm afraid" Blount gives great sigh as he
Knocks the ashes out of his pipe.
Are You really gone, Blount ?" Hereward
ooks up at his friend rather incredulous,y as
ae puts the laughing question.
Don't ask me-" Blount answers, shrug-
,ing his broad shoulders. II think was a
ool to come here, but destiny led me by the
lose. Do look ridiculously sentimental?
10 tell me honestly, like good fellow"
''Not just now," Hereward answers con-
olingly.
I'm not the figure for it, you see.. It
uits you thin dark fellows to look romantic
md desperate. and all that kind of thing,
'ut it makes fnt fellow like me look absurd
And she is such terrible quiz"
''Who ?" Hercwnrd asks innocently.
'Bother take you, Hereward! But tell
ne, don't you admire my cousin, Lady
sadys Palliser? I think she is the prettiest
.irl ever saw in my life. A little proud
nd stuck-up. you know, but not without
eason."
DO you think hee peettier than Miss
Gddleton?'
More distinguished looking, and all that;
'ut don't say her face Is so much what
dmire. It is too cold. But she's the kind
t . girl . fellow would break his heart
bout in earnest Not that I ever did She's
$ high above us poor begggars as some partic-
liar star"
Hereward Acknowledges it with pain at
he heart.
Did Miss Middleton ever speak of me to
ou 7" Blount asks, with q bad attempt at
# f-handedness.
''very seldom" Hereward tells him mis-
hievously.
II thought 50. You never mentioned her
q your letters"
Why didn't you ask me anything you
TOO shy. my denr fellow-too shy. It is
ny great failing. But mean to try my fate
gnin- don't think she'll take me, but |
mean to ask her. And now let Us turn in.
t il two o'clock!"
Hereward spends the rest of that night in
, liking up and down his room. It is a
avorite habit when anything troubles or an
oys him. He is perplexed, and yet he will
ot tell his perplexity to any one. No one
an help him, and secret is NO secret when
Is known to more than one. The secret |
hat is making him so sleeple@ is known to
aore than one, certainly; but then the par
les are pretty certain to keep it q secret for |
heir own sakes. Its bearing with regard to |
imseh hns never occurred to him, His
rouble is wholly on anothers account and |
ct so mnch for the sake of that other an |