The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1883-07-07

her all the dress and sweetstuf she wanted
she would make him wish himself at the bot
tom Of the sea, or worse"
| 'lf she had married me-" Hereward re-
pests. staring down into the quadrangle.
Those were the only words which had i'm
pressed him in his friend's well-meant speech
| ''Oh, bother Hereward let 8 have NO more
OF this! Your wound is only skin deep, old
fellow, take my word for it, and before this
time next year-aye, long before it-you will
wonder how you could have kicked up such 9
shindy about it.
Blount is carefully filling q brown teapo,
with boiling water as he speaks Hereward
still stands in the sunny window, with his
hands i'll the pockets Of his rather shabby
coat. He is tall dark complexioned fellow
with decp-set eyes, q large nose, and droop-
ing brown moustachc. Rather o sad face.
face not easily interpreted, unless its
owner chose. And there he stands while
Blount sets out the tea-cups-a truly Har-
lequin set-cuts bread and butter, and finally
pouIs out the ton.
Come now, do be sociable, old boy, or !
sha'nt pay you another visit in hurry.
Have you got only one spoon?"
If there is any hidden banter in tho ques.
ton. Hereward with not sse it. But he does
take his place at the table, and pulls the can
of Blount's wiry haired terrier, who has taken
up a commanding position on a chair, whence
he can rake the tableswith his ono unsvollen
eye.
The early winter twilight closes in while
they drink tea, and chat and smoke q they
used 70 do in the old days The pleasant
freight dances ON tho old red curtains. ON
the faded carpet, ON the yellow little dog
now snoring on the rug, on Blounts jolly
face. and Herewards close-cut dark head.
Then Blount mentions, the errapd on which
he has come.
''First and foremost, must tell you that
my mother is third cousin to the present
Countess of Kingscourt."
''Wel?" Hereward asks, when his friend
pauses as if to give his announcement due
weight.
''wel, would you go down to Kingscourt to
coach Lord Heriot for an Army examination
Science, you know, trigonometry and all
that"
mo would not, " Hcreward answers, sui
!enly pulling at his pipe.
But why not? You would have the run
OF that fine old place, and it would do you
all the good in the world"
Nothing would do me any good now"
Hereward asserts gloomily.
Nonsense !" Blount exclaims, giving his
terrier an unexpected kick, II won't have
any moro Of such folly. You would like
Kingscourt. The Earl is at Homburg, as
usual, gambling away the remnant of his
fortune. and his family are living very
quietly, as it behoves them to live, having
neither money nor credit left but it is q
grand old place. The young fellow wants to
uat n s,< <nn
can pull him through the necessary subjects
You ought to try"
Il could do it we'll enough"
Then you must do it. He is az stupid q
fellow as over lived but perhaps in this in
stance he may be anxious to get through.
May tell the Countess that have found an
Admiral Crichton who will help her white
headed boy into the household troops?"
II think not
but they will mike it wou worth your
while. And, in fact l have promised to
send you down next week, and it would be as
much as my life is worth to disappoint her:
So down you go, if have to como here my
self to pack up your things"
'''Who is at Kingscourt now!.
The dawning interest evinced by the ques.
ton gives Blount some slight hope Of pre-.
vailing. But there is NO undue display Of
alacriey in his reply.
The Countess is there, and Of course the
Countesss pet physician, Doctor Jones and
Lord Heriot is there, and the little chap, the
Honorable Everard Palliser Lady Gladys
may be there too, for aught know and, II
she is, so is also her whilom governess, Frau
lein Schau6enho6. So probably Is her
friend Miss Middleton"
II hate mouse full Of swella Nothing
could be 90 disagreeable TO me-"
Because you lived up here for 90 many
years like mouse in hole Now If you had
come down to Lansing for the veadinx--"
''Yes. She had the cruelty -the-barbar-
ity-to ask mel" Hereward mutters sav-
agely, knocking the ashes out OF his pipe.
''rhe fact Of her having done so ought to
have cured you il anything could But you
won't find Kingscouft 50 gay, assure you!
On the contrary, II Il most awfully slow
They asked me down fot few days shoot
ing but ran away a. fast o. I c1ald"
And yet you want 70 ssnd me there for .
shaking up" Hczevard ay4 with . half
smile.
The change Of air and scene win b good
for you and" Blount was about 10 add
the good dinners;" but he substitutes,
''and the Countess win use her influence to
help you by-and-by,
Il want nobodys interest," says Hereward
throwing up his haughty head.
Il don't say she would use n-but she
might She is awfully proud, though you
may not think 50 at first You will after
wards However that Is beside the question.
In earnest Hsreward wish you would
think it over. Il would please me 70 much.
Il would do . good deal to please you.
Dick" Hereward answers holding out his
hand
Blount clasps II across the table. and both
are silent for little whila staring into the
fire
1T would please my mother too. and Tho
girls" Blouns pslls his dogs ears to hide .
little swkwartlness Is he speaks They feel