The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1883-01-06

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iy wee; ,..ysoif. Shj,Gii the much 10 lie
hoped t,'r time e,cr come: ny. daliug, wte,l,
VIII ;-is,ice to yourself, you can reconsider
SoGr step, write he at once, a>isl, though a
THOUSAND miles away, viii hasten to Your
SIDE Unless such an event transpires, much
~ dread TO write i. fear We can never
again meet. Farewell. my own darling.
God bless and seal you to Himself
''PnI.IP."
Oh, how miserable this proof Of her mis-
judged lovers veracity made her!
She had abused iiln-lriven him from
her-to find him worthy Of all honor. They
were separated forever. and ly her own act.
If she had ever before doubted her atiac-
ton TOR him, she did not doubt it now.
She c4uld have fallen at his feet and sued
for pardon. She could have humblei her
sell .dAhny act to bring back his respect.
Gasts!ns him by herself, she saw no way
out Of the difficulty Far away as the pos
sibility Of marriage had seemed, farther vet
seelned the possibility OF his ever again re-
specting, nuch.less loving her.
Had pride been sufficiently subdued for
the taking Of Mrs. Weeks into confidence,
she might not have Uttered us she did
..Teo }ate!' she sobbed, kissing the letter
passionately-" late! The evil is done.'
That same day. while she sa: in the sum
mer-house, vainly striving, through blind
ing tears, to read a chapter Of a new novel,
Mrs. Weeks requested favor.
She had been tying Up broken bush
growing near by aud had Just finished!
Something particular, Mrs. Weeks?' said
Cecil, striving to wipe away her tears TN
seen. But her trenlulous voice and red eyes
betrayed her.
..;Why. my dear, what is the matter" ex-
ing!"
''Over my wickedness, madam! l am
wicked, am l not?'
mo, cannot consider you so, if ! accept
the literal meaning OF the word,' was the
soothing answer, .sIou have many sinful
habits. Now. it you would make a conf
dante of some good friend-M:ss Coles, for
instance, who Is older than yourself, and
has seen considerable of the world-it would
be helpful. 1t is that wish you would 10
for me-.
I'm what manner hsipful?" asked Cecil,
surprised.
''You may have secrets which You dc net
! eafe to entrUst to the keeping OF any; stiu
one earthly friend, in whom you can iln-
plicitly trust, is almost Indispensable
''How are we to know q trustworthy
, friend. Mrs Weeks?"
'.By not susped4irg those who claim to 10
! true till they have proven unworthy"
s..And you thipk would be better of had
. a genuine bQson6 frieni?'
II know SO. The friend I had in Mrs.
Gray was sou4ee of great comfort to me-
! speak from experience"
| All! how often had Cecils heart craved
q like companion.
| "Whati il We have no secrets, Mrs. Weeks?"
''That is scarcely likely. We all have
F! had one, at least. Your trouble with Mr..
Eve-sleigh has disclosed it. Had you con-
suited Miss Coles Rut have no right 10
speak Of it..
i Cecil laid down her book and rose from
her recun,bent position.
eyes. madam, you have" she said, look
! ing wistfuily into the widows face-''you
have the right to advise me on all matters
P! from this moment You somehow exert
great power over me, and I am not sorry
,, that you do. Not then in Clara will con-
ide. but in you. VIII you be my guard
| ian?"
| Mrs. Weeks had won.
She drew the still agitated girl to her, as
she had done that first day.
"Yes, my dear, will," she said, and
! kissed, this time, her lips.
81 have SO much to say! murmured Cecil
smiling sadly.
| A servant came down the path and hand
| ed Mrs. Weeks telegraph dispatch.
| She released the fair hand, tremblingly,
signed the messengers book, and tore open
| the envelope.
TIE message was from Tom Black.
| ''Speak out" he wrote. 'tAsk her for
| 0.<k ! tchk
The queer epistle seemed to increase the
widows agitation. Her whole frame trem-
bled with emotion; her face became pale;
she reeled backward, and only saved herself
from falling by grasping stout sapling.
Had Cecil Clayton but known what that
message meant! It was light-it was joy to
the widows heart!
You are ill" cried the heiress.
ssIllr she exclaimed. ''Far from it.
Were I in the midst Of physical suffering,
the intelligence hold in my hand would
make me supremely happy. Miss Clayton
{ -Cecil"-her voice fell into lower tones
"you have placed yourself in my care, thus
giving me authority to question you on all
matters connected with your life's history.
l wish first your attention for few min-
utes."
Cecil, in a maze. replied that she had that
already.
Il have history, dear, known to but few.
Will you let me tell you it?"
"Anything to please you, madam"
Mrs. Weeks drew her down upon the rus
tic bench in the summer-house and sat be-
side her.
promise that you will listen patiently"
II promise"
"Have you not thought strange, my dear,
that should be SO careless Of events? Is it
not wonder to you that should give up
city life to come to this place with ON entire
stranger, who has without hesitation accept
ed my professions of good will? In fact