The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1883-07-14
CHAPTER III.

HereWard flndS breakfast laid Ill the library
w.cl. lie comes down the next morning. The
heavy curtains are drawn back now from the
'arge window which occupies the whole OF
she upper end of the room, and the wide
snowy landscape without looks like picture
framed i'll their dark-green folds. The little
Doctor, whom Hcreward fancies acts as
major-domo ut Kingscour: generally, occu-
pcs the rug with the morning paper in his
iland. But Hereward is long time finding
out things which girl in his position would
have mastered in q few hours. Nobody tells
him anything, and he will not ask in fact,
irst at this period, he does not trouble his
head about any ones affairs but his own.
He stands in the window looking out,
Willie they wnit-he knows not for what or
whom. The Doctor, with his little red face
md bald head shining almost as brightly Us
his spectacles, holds the newspaper spread
sloft in his fat hands and scans its columns
for whatever items may possess for him most
interest. A great many letters lie Oh tho
breakfast-tablc, but not one among them
bears Hereward's name. His correspondence
is not large.
He stands in the window in his favorite at-
yitude, with his hands in his pockets, not
TOO pleasing expression on his dark face.
The ice is being broken again on the lake for
the swans, and the water beneath shows inky
black through the npertures. The snow is
thawing slightly under the direct rays of the
sun, and drips from the heavily laden cedar
just outside the window. A peacock stands
close to the glass; waiting for his breakfast
perhaps He has left broad-arrow impress
sions of his feet all over the snow on the win
dow-sill, which is, in fact, the first of long
casional breaks Of terrace, to the edge of the
lake. The tufted brown woods, with their
lace-like ENHANCEMENT of bare branches ris-
figured by the sunshine. The ice throws
zlingly rs water itself. The snow glitters
like silver on the bays and laurels and Chill
pines scattered about the lawn.
Il wish these good people would come
down. I'm as hungry as hound!" exclaims
| the little Doctor at last, giving the fire q
vigorous poke, which sends o shower of
sparks cracking up the chimney. The wood
fires at Kingscourt are splendid-wood is one
of the few things Of which there is still plenty
about the place.
Hereyard is hungry too, but not sociable
| enough to make the admission. But the en-
/ lIuuCO VI AOLU x1cIlOG W LkllS uOIueUt KouU0Is
IN answer unnecessary. The Viscount looks
older by daylight; there arc lines on his
smooth face which show TINT it is not alto.
gether that of a boy-the Peerage gives his
ago as three and-twenty. He wears suit Of
brown this morning-he affects brown cloth
ing-and foxis tooth as breast-p pin.
| mo sign of o thaw!" he exclaims Grossly,
taking up position before the fire. ''The
horses viii eat their heads of. do hats
srow."
Two ladies enter the room while he /.
speaking, and Hereward frowns at this unex
pected and undesired addition to the party:
The first who enters is tall slim girl d
perhaps two-and-twenty, the second is Frau
tein Schnuaenhof. The girl Is dressed In {
gown OF dark blue serge, made long and
plain as . rding-habit and wears . grea1
bunch Of violets in her belt Her very fail
hair curls closely all over her head, and
down almost 70 the faint eyebrow4 which il
in Straight line above her large, cold, blu
eyes The slightly soquiline nose, the small
mouth with its naughty curve, are ident3ca
with those Of the Gainsborough IN the max
room. HeEewazd. glancing at her from hi
retreat in ths window. recognizes IN mo
J ment hn appesieioo Of the night befoea