The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1883-08-04

Heriot threatens to put spring guns all abouf
the place ;but it will be q terribly unpopular
proceeding. l should not advise it unless
the worst came to the worst.
North cannot identity the fellow who
fred ut him, l suppose?"
NO. 1t was pitch dark down there in the
woous. That was how the shot did not take
effect. Talking of the woods. did Won not
admire the Mill Nook9 It is one of the lions
ut kingscourt.
1T is u pretty place"
s'Do you care for tishing?"
mot much. Blount does, though. He
told me le got very good sport there, and
landed some fine fish
'sIes. Lord Heriot is q great fisherman
l do not care much for the pursuit myself
There is punt on the river, good yay be-
low the fall Did you see it 2"
mo. don think went SO far dow, -"
'elhere is a short cut to Kinnsleiob
have sometimes gone to meet the tram that
way, when have boen Obliged to walk Il
shortens the distance by more than half n
mile, and is beautiful in fine weather.
Il am sure OF that. l can IMAGINE II
woulk be beautiful in summer"
''We are to have some visitors here next
month, Doctor Jones says, holding I'M his
glass to the light with the air of connois-
senr.. "But no doubt you have heard"
mo. have not heard" Hereward does
not not like the idea Of an influx of visitors
to hnSsscourt These Gays are pleasant
enough; he wishes they could last forever.
just a, they are.
Mr.. and Mrs. Charles Cavendish are COM
ing. Do You know tnem:
The Old shadow crosses Hereward's face
but he sets down his glass with very steady
hand.
Il used to know Mrs. Cavendish." he an
swers quietly. ''She is the sister Of NV
friend Richard Blount,'
The Doctor has not heard Of the littla on;
sode which Hereward remembers SO bitterly.
''They say Cavendish has most horrible
temper. You do not know him: A swell.
yon know, AMI all that kind of thing; but /
have no opinion Of his principles 1t seems
q hard thing to say, but haven't. 1 don't
know how they get on together, but his mar
rage surprised everybody. The say she is a
quiet, poor little thing, and gives in to him
III everything. suppose she finds it best to
play into his hand. CaVendish used to he
down here good deal. He is concaited
Cur.
And this is what Nettie has won by break
ing her faith: For this she has thrown
away such a heart as his! So Hereward
THINKS, staring up at the Gainsboroueh as he
leans back III l,s chair. He blames himself
Tor having wished her other than happy in
the lot she has chosen. He is sorry he
ever. called down vengeance on her head
her poor little brown head! Hereward re-
members it 50 we'll. He is not glad that she
su1fers-h She does suifer-in her turn. He
Is wiling now to let her off very easily. 1t
gives HIM no pleasure to know that she is un-
happy, to know that she may possibly wish
what she has done undone.
Bnt he does not long TO comfort A6n He
docs not wish to bury the past year out of
LIS NE and story, and find himself back in
the Old parsonasGs with his arms round Nettie's
W;ass as;in and her whispered vows in his
ears. He has buried that fancy so effectuallv.
has smoothed the turf SO evenly over its
grave that 1t woull puzzle him even already
to find it again.
SO he muses., the naughty face of the pic
ture bending above him, and the cold blue
eyes looking into his He used to think that
he would not greatly care to have been the
lever OF that girl, whoever she was but be
has changed his mind Hopeless fancy may
seign light in those proud eyes which would
make his heart beat with wilder pulse than
any light he has ever seen IN other eyes,
But even in fancy it is improbable that Here
ward has dared to go SO far as this as yet
He hears Miss Middleton singing in the
distant drawing room The door has been
for the entrance of tea. He
catches few words.
20 my lost love, my own, own love7"
But they do not affect him now He is pi-
ming for no lost love, although it may be that
he Is pining for an unattainable one.