The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1883-03-17
CHAPTER Xxx.
MISS ovINGToN BECOMES FRANTIC,

MISS OvINGTON BECOMES FRANTIC.
Mr.. Ovington still kept his bed, being
weak and helpless. His wound was less
dangerous than had at first been thought,
and the doctors were now sanguine as to
his ultimate recovery.
He Was carefully attended by the beautiful
Maud and the General, who passed the
greater part Of his time in the bed-chamber
Of the sick man.
Strange doubts fitted through the mind
OF Maud Ovington at times when she looked
upon the sufferers features, and she would
shiver as with the ague.
The morning of James Dalton's revelation
to Mrs. Raymond, Miss Ovington sat before
the fire in her own apartments, thinking
thinking-thinking.
A cautious rap sounded upon the panel OF
the oslter door,
'Nillianl Gorton!" she muttered. "What
now, wonder?"
She admitted the servant and closed the
door.
William Gorton bowed and walked toward
the mantel, tumbling in his pocket as be
went.
"What have you heard, William?"
''Nothing, madam" answered the coach
man. II merely wish you to read that"
handed to Miss Ovington, pointing, as he
did SO, to marked paragraph.
The paragraph 10 which lie called her at
tention was this:
''OUr OF THE DEPTHS. after
noon the body OF Mr.. Henry Raymond, q
young married man, who resided in Brook
lyn, was discovered wedged in between the
piles of Pier No. "a, East River Mr.. Ray
mond has been missing since the ninth of
October. He is about twenty-eight years of
age An examination Of the body was made,
and marks of violence found. Directly
over the heart is cash from an inch blade.
The funeral of the unfortunate man will
take place from his late residence, on Mon
roe Street. tomorrow afternoon, at two
o'clock. Mr.. Raymond was we'll known
both in Brooklyn and this city, and the af-
fair has excited intense indignation. Mrs.
Raymond has the sympathy Of large circle
of friends"
Maud Ovington handed back the paper to
the coachman.
Her face wore a puzzled look.
''Why do you call my attention to this
horrid AFFAIR."" she asked, unconcernedly.
Because he disappeared ON the ninth of
October" replied the coachman.
''What of that?"
He was about twenty-eight years of age"
ssWell?'
''It may be that"
Miss Ovington paled . trifle.
''Go on" she said, as William Gorton
paused.
sit may be that he was tossed into the
river-it may be that he rose to the suuAce,
:ii' "How could that bel" exclaimed Miss
Ovinston, with increasing pallor.
81 do not say tits so, madam; but what il
lis body should have been cast into the
river, and what if i. should have become
wedeed in that docky'
''Do you think this Mrs. Raymond could
he mistaken. and do you suppose she would
claim the body of ,ther man than her own
husband?"
II do not know, madam" replied the
coachnan, respectfully; ''yet stranger
things have happened, and it is well to be
sure"
'.Well, supposing it is his-his body"
said Miss Ovington, haughtily; "if It ls
claimed by stranger aud buried out Of
sight. what danger exists? There is no need
Of fear"
That is true, madam; but would it not
be well to become satisfied of the identity of
:his man? That would clear up al uncez.
tainty."
"Iou are right; I VIII see to it."
''You, MADAME"
"Yes-I will satisfy my own eyes"
William Gorton bowed low aud turned to
leave the room.
''One moment, William" said his mis-
tress, laying her hand upon his sleeve as if
to detain him. ''Let me again admonish
you to be true to me; you shall be rewarded
handsomely: You have heard nothing of
the letters?"
''Nothing, madam"
''You may 90"
Miss Ovington, with troubled conscience
and wild, reckless feeling. lett heS apart.
ments and took her way to her fathers bed
Chamber.
General CRANKY Dumont sat by Mr. Owing.
toms bedside, talking with the sick man.
II am glad that you have come, Maud"
said MIR. Ovington, as his daughter entered
the room.
''Why, father, DEAR" murmured Maud,
kneeling beside him and caressing his pale
cheek, 'you do not want me to remain away
from you moment!' \
Because you are such good daughter.
my darling! All, CRANKY, it must be Bit
ter life that father leads who has ungrateful
offspring offspring who, for oil the tender
ness lavished upon them. return neglect and
hatai'