The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1883-05-12

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Woodstock sensation were miles away,
They had taken the midnight ex.
press, and sped from the quiet village
asquickly as steam could carry therS
| In that one night, Nellie Remington
! had added to- her already heavy bur.
dens greater one. She exp6rienced q
bitter hour indeed before she ieft her
dreary home-the only place she could
call home-and it may have been that
which caused her to do what she did.
w hen the train reached its destina-
tion, Mr.. Remington, who had been
sitting ahead of his daughter, convers-
| ing with his step-brother, Richard
Martin, rose and turned to the seat in
which he had left her.
10 his surprise he found only his
wife sitting next to the window, with
her face buried in her hands.
.'Where is Nellie?" he asked.
Mrs: Remington reused herself, and
looked up.
"Neilie mel Son.y,, is not here" she replied.
m;Ias MSG, S,,ek she 3 got out At a station some
'All aboard - shouted the conduc.
tor from the'platform outside, :nd Mr..
Remington was forced to leave the train
with his wife and his brother Richard
in state almost bordering upon
frenzy.
Mrs. Remington returned evasive
answers to all her husband 8 ques tions
as he hurried her through the streets.
and. although she was now more tract
able than she had been sAe SPOKE short
and with an apparent effort.
MARTHA" Mr.. Remington at last
said, in cold, measured tones, as icy
as her own, "your actions and words
last night have had something to do
w':a Nellie's disappearance, and you
have also, believe, said or done some
thing since we started that hso started
my daughter off, God only knows
Indeed. You think so? Perhaps
brother Richard does not have such
poor opinion of your wife,
Richard Martin was walking Soberly
behind the two, and had said nothing
since the train had stopped at the sta.
ton. TO Mrs. Remington 5 appeal he
only replied:
~ know not what to think of this
whole business madame"
The handsome step-brOther of Mr.. !
Remington was thinking hard.
w hen the party arrived at the hotel
where Mr.. Remington was to stop.
Richard Martin bade him good even
ing. and went on.
~ shall see you before long," he
said at parting. 'sBe careful, and
don't get too much apstered old boy.'
A few days after this event, young
woman presented herself at the office
Of the immense factory Of Mr.. Henry
Mason, at Lowell. She was attired in
a neat, cleanly habit, and wore a veil.
She inquired for the proprietor, but
was told that he was out.
A young elegantly dressed man came
forward and placed chair at her dis
posal.
81 am the junior partner. madam"
he said, "perhaps, if you state your |
business to me, can as well transact
Miss Nellie Remington threw aside
her veil, and, without sitting. told
what had brought her hither.
She was pale and careworn, but her
beautiful eyes shone with their wonted /!
lustre and the long heavy lashes fell |
as she met the gaze Of the man whom |
she addressed.
''You are young Mr.. Mason?" she
asked.
The gentleman bowed.
Then l suppose you will do as we'll.
Ihave here a letter. Will you please
read it. sir?''
Mr.. Mason took the envelope from
the tapering fingers, and slowly break
ing it open, again begged the lady to |
be seated. The contents Of the letter
ran thus:
"My Dear Friend, Henry:
The bearer of this note is much in |
mood n W T
will find something for her at once. i
need not say that she is lady, as her
manners and appearance plainly indi-
cate that. She comes from fine fam
lily, which has met with reverses that |
make it necessary for her to depend on
her own individual efforts. See to it.
request, that she is attended to as |
you would attend to me, were I able |
to be at your office.
"Yours sincerely,
ORCHARD MART1N."
Eyes, I will answer as we'll as my
father" said the young man: after he
had perused the the note. ST do not |
employee, but will, of course, see.''
He rang bell beside his desk. Nell
lie could hear its stroke rs it vibrated,
and it seemed to her that the sound died |
away At an immense distance.
In moment, man, clad in q blue |
blouse and dark apron, appeared in the |
doorway at the end of the large room.
"Mr. Seymour said the junior
partner, "a young lady comes recon-
mended from dear friend of my father.
Can You not make room for her?"
Mr.. Seymour, i'm = mild voice, re-
piled that he thought not, but, as his
eyes caught the imploring look of |
the waiting girl, said that he
would make room somehow.
Thereupon, the foreman returned to
his duties.
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