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

lying in the road?'' ~ -
But he could not gain anything by
remaining where he was, he thought
and, plodding along, he soon reached
his bachelor apartments.
and pondering over his peculiar adyen.
ture Of the previous night, DR.. Eish %
strolled into the village inn, at VIII ch
place he was to meet patient, whose
ailments allowed him to 20 about the
same as any we'll man.
When he entered the inn, a numt cr
OF men were engaged i'll earnest conv ,r-
sation before the bar.
"Ah, how dye do?" said one of the
pou beaq5 beod5a'pSg tSgs to the ply sican H'vo
'News of what?" INQUIRED tho
young man.
why, about the Remingtons?"
'Oh, yes. I've heard they are going
away, if that is what you mean,''
THAT ain t what we mean at all
we're speaking of the accident, or
whatever you may call it." said q raw
Accident" echoed Dr. Bishop with
an astOnished look.
"Yes-Mrs. Remington almost
"Killed -
"Almost"
DR.. Bishop went quickly toward tho
door.
"wher. are you going?" asked Sim
Jordan, the host.
ITO do my duty" replied Charles.
Io take care of the injured.''
That's impossible, for she's gone"
Eyes, the whole Doodle packed off.
bag and baggage, early this morning."
IRE. and took aseat.
'How the deuce could Mrs. Reming-
ton 60 away if she was injured he
asked. ''Sim Jordan, explain this
matter, if you know it.''
Sim Jordan came out from behind
his bar and walked leisurely up to the
doctor.
lie was thin, scrawny fellow, with
large features, and a decidedly promi-
lent tint on hisn nose. He was a great
tavorite with the village folk, of both
high and low degree lthat is, he had
been great favorite, but, now that he
lmblbed so freel y in his own rum, his
star was beginning to set, and many
or the friends who knew him once
knew him no more).
Sim Jordan laid aside the old pipe
which he had been putting on, and blew
cloud Of smoke FROM his mouth and
nostrils.
"Wall, squire, l know something of
the affair." he drawled, 4" and ct not
so much may be, after all. The long
and short Of it is, somebody tried to
cut Mrs Remingtou's 8 throat last night
but failed"
''uow do YOU know this?,, asked the
doctor.
II learned it through Ugly Jud.
Ugly says he heard ascreaching at the
ltemington's place, and ran up to see
what was the matter. He peeped in at
the window and saw q man bending
over the old woman. The gal was
holding the man by the arm, as if to
hinder him from striking another blow.
The mans back was turned toward
Ugly, and he could not see his face,
but be thinks it was amurderous face.
There's always been something myste-
rious about that family, squire, and
it's no wonder they have left the place
in hurrah fashion,"
DR.. Bishop reflected . few moments
and then asked:
.:What was Judson doing in that To-
cality? He lives at the other end of
The inn;keeper scratched his head as
"That's what I've been wondering
he said. "But that doesn't solve the
question who did the jobs who at
tempted to smash the old lady? How
came she to. have enemies here, when
! she never went out enough to make
! acquaintances, they say: It's CO.
nundrum' ',s;quire-its a whopping CO.
So thought the doctor, but he said
nothing.
Before he left the inn, another cir
cumstance came to light, which mysti-
fled him still more. One of the vii
layers brought word that Mr.. Richard
Martin and his brother, the two men
who had been wrecked, were gone.
They had slipped away quietly, with
out SO much IS thanking those who
had cared for them.
.'Ungrateful men!'' he exclaimed,
when told of their departure.
''1'll wager they have slipped away
appointed ;" he sighed II expected d ted
to see those beautiful eyes once again.
All, we'll. Il am IS weil and perhaps
better without seeing her. But that
fracas bothers me.' :.
And many times thereafter he won
dered what Ugly Jud. could have
wanted in the locality of the Reming-
tons. He at once fixed upon him as
the person whom he had stumbled over
IN the dark and who had so violently
assa(led him.
This man Judson we shall know
more Of in the future.
CHAPTER VIII.
THE REMINGTONs DISAPPEAR.