The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1883-09-15
THIBODAUX la, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER IS, 1885,

They turn away from sns srsss eaa.s, and
take the road 70 ths mnl Ths paramount
idea in tho gizis Hi,d b 10 sstisey hssasif
with regard 70 Anns 0raos Tiathaway.
There is n laesnt feeling in hs1 haast which
she has stifaed snacs thaa ono@ yet that
shoulders like IRE in aahsA gzay and ooad
on the surface, but rsd-Aos undernao1h.
And what is that fsslingf Wha&svas Il be.
lit is cruel a. the grava and Kuhlsborn q.
periences little oe IL shazposss IN bit and
riding-whip a. held BY bin rider to-day.
At the door Of he mill Lady Gladvs
stops. Kuhlsbozn had made . ereas fu9
about crossing the bridge over ths race.
but she had forced him 10 do II. 4
little boy shaking Aour ba@ comes at
her call, and holds the horse vhsn she dip-
mounts. There Is no one In the kitchen bat
the old woman. She b pseling potatoes into
her lap sitting over the fre. But she Qoes
stifly up the ladder stairs 70 call hee mistress
at Lady Gladyss request. She b . half
blind old creature, related In soms distant
way to the Trnthaways, and kept BY them
more ont Of charity than for any work abe
can accomplish.
Anne Grace h . long time In coming.
When she does come. Lady Gladys i shock
ed at the change in her appeaEanoe. The
Two stand staring at each other for some Sec
onds, and then Lady Gladys spealA
II am sorry to 80 yoa looking 90 III.
Whit is tho matter with you, Anne Grace r
There IL nothing the matter with me.
my lady, the girl answer hurriedly.
"Anne Grnce." Lady Gladys says. very
grnvely and gently, IL there is anything
troubling you. win you not tell me? /
could help you perhaps. and I certainly
would not betEay your secret."
The girl looks at her little wildly, little
suspiciously also.
"What secret should I have ?" she an
swers. There's nothing troubling me, nv
lady, beyond what everybody knovA And
I'm sure that's enough, and she begins to
cry.
"But mere grief would not make you look
so wretched- You are very foolish not to
let me help you, whatever your trouble is.
Are you afraid of doing mischief to any one
you like ?'
The girls startled eyes makes Lady Gladys
sliver with a cruel dread.
Don't ask me anything. my lady, for if it
was the last word I Wns 10 speak I'd say
would tell nobody my trouble. Nobody can
help me, and what's the good Of talking:
What's done can't b 1ndone. And that's all
III say"
''Why then do you make yourself look
like o ghost! II matters cannot be mended,
aud you are not to blame. you need not fret.
'Oh, neelnt L my lady! I'll fret to the
last day Of my life. Haven't I been the
death Of one that loved me and isn't that
enough to break any womans hearth"
'.How have you been his death ?" Lady
Gladys asks, again with that sinking Of the
heart.
But the girl win not say another word.
canine Grace Ta&haway, answer me one
question:" Lady Gladys says sternly. '.Do
you know who shot Robert North ?"
Anne Grace begins 70 cry violently. She
has seated herself ON . stool beside the fire,
La,ly Gladys standing opposite. looking down
at her.
ooh, my lady, my lady, why do you come
here to ask me such such questions? Will
you swear to tell NO one if tell you: Will
yon swear not to let that man come troubling
me again?"
81 can promise nothing" Lady Gladys
answers coldly. ''But shall not use any
thing you may tell me to your hurt you
may be sure Of That. Do you know who shot
| NOO0ft NOft0g
II do, the girl says. drying her eyes. II
do know him, my hdy. and curse the day he
crossed that threshold! He has brought
nothing but sorrow to me, and to himself.
Hasn't he blood ON his hands now, and all
through my folly and vanity, wanting to
make the other jealous? Oh, Bob, Bob,
wish was dead too. and out of my trouble!"
With another passionate burst of weeping,
tho girl turns and runs out of the house.
Lady Gladys has heard enongh-too much.
There can he no longer any doubt-Here-
ward had make love to the girl, and had shot
her lover in jealous quarrel The worst
1as come to the worst.
Strange to say, the strongest feeling in
Lady Gladyss mind, as she turns her horse s
head awny from the mill, is neither horror,
nor grief, nor surprise. It is wild, unre:.-
soning, unmixed jealousy Of this village girl
whom Hereward must have loved to have en-
gagged in quarrel ON her accumulation
he must have loved strongly to have weighed
down his soul with the crime that was CON-
mitted for her sake. She forgets everything
but this one thing-that he has loved-that
he loves-Anne Grace Trathaway, and even
this does not recall Lady Gladys Palliscr to
herself, to remembrance of the pride which
has always been to her o second nature.
She does not turn her horses head home
wards. She rides into Kingsleigh and tele-
graphs to her brother to come down to Kings
court, Mt once. Then she rides slowly back
through the woods.
At sudden turn in the path she sees
Hereward walking ON before, with his hands
in his pockets. rs usual A shiver follows
her recognition of him, and she reins back
her horse, but not before he has seen hez
and stopped.
At this moment a morbid impulse seizes
Lady Gladys to find out all the truth then
and there. For even yet in her heart Of
hearts, she does not believe that Herewnrd
Iis absolutely guilty Of Robert Norths death