The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1883-01-27

F, there is truth in woman, I am loved, and I
loved rs truly rs My devotion deserves.
| Why, then, do YOU torture NE, Clarlce!'
"Eecause l Gespse You, cousin.
'Despise i4e' exclaimed the young man.
eyes, Clar, nee SUydam. l slespsc you.
l have something OF my ,ao:ier,s blood in
INV veins ! came Of a prorder family than
yours, as You we'll know. and despise tie
| man whc loves, as weakly as you do, this
/ blue-eyed colEette,'
| "Coguette, Clarice:"
"Aye. and so finished a coGuette that she
has power to blind and delude you, rs she
would child, with the promise of play
thing. Love, cousin! Bah. Maud OWING
| ton knows not the meaning Of the word.
Power, pomp. wealth. adln,rttlon-thesea are
the things that she loves. but not you, Clar-
ence Suydam!'
.It is false, Clarice" exclaimed the artist
sWere YOU man, would wiring the lie from
| your throat!'
..You think that she will marry yon?'
said Clarce, with knocking smile-''that
she will descend from her throne-that she
will abandon her place as the lovely queen
| Of fashion, to become the vito OF q struggling
artst?"
II do" cried Clarence Suydam. ''True,
am poor, unknown, unnoticed; but what OF
|
| 10 fight lifes mighty battle. For her sake,
how gladly will labo.! Trust me, cousin,
the world shall hear of the husband of Maud
| Ovincton, and art and beauty shall go hand
| in hand. All, Clarice, it is you who know
| not how to lOve!'
| The girl recoiled with brief shudder as
her cousin uttered these words.
..You are doubtless right, she said, slowly
and with strange emphasis. 1T is who
know not how to love"
! "Clarice," exclaimed the young man, after
| pause, ''give me some proof OF what you
say-give me proof Of the talsehood OF her
| love-"
The girl rose from her chair and walked q
few PAGES toward table on the other side of
! the room-a table covered with books and
papers.
:.Shali r. she said, pausing midway be-
tween her chair and this table, and looking
earnestly at her cousin.
''Yes-yes"
s.But you will hate me ever afterward-as
We hate those who destroy our brightest and
most cherished dreams"
NO. Clarice; prove to me that she is false,
and shall hate myself for my mad folly.
..And you will be cured?'
"Yes-forever!'
''It is for your own happiness, Clarenc1',
l =
ing newspaper from those scattered upon
the table,
She handed this paper to her cousin, and
then resumed her seat, watching furtively
from under the shadow of her long eye
| lashcs.
He read the paragraph to which she had
pointed. and the newspaper dropped from
his hand. He sat, silent and motionless,
st ring into vacancy.
The paragraph which he had read was
wortled thus:
'MAER1AGE IN HIGH LnE-We under
stand that General Dumont, of the United
States Army, is about tc lead the beautiful
Miss Maud Ovington, only daughter of Hon
orable James Ovington, to the hymeneal
altar. The General is one of the weAlthiest
residents of this city,"
"Well, cousin" said Clarice, after a long
pause, '.are you satisfied Of her falsehood!'
''6" cried the artist, passio,ately-'
only from her own lips VIII condemn her.
This may be only idle gossip of the hangers
on Of the fashionable world. My darling!'
he exclaimed, addressing the picture upon
the easel, "Low can doubt you? Truth
looks from those radiant eyes; love breathes
from those rosy lips, and no words but your
own will convince me Of your falsehood.
l
stopped iii the street below, and fashion
able footman's rap rcsounded from the door.
perhaps You may hear those words ere
long," said Clarice, looking from the Win
dow, ''for Miss Ovington is here. It must
be something very extraordinary which can
have brought tie queen Of fashion to the
artists humble studio
MAUD hera.' cried Clarence Suydam.
'You are dreaming, Clarice!'
Convince yourself then, cousin. There
is the lady's carriage, and there is the lady
herself" added Clarice, as an elegantly
dressed woman descended from the vehicle.
The artists care-worn face grew pale as he
recognized the original of the miniature.
'.Maud ut my studiow he muttered;
something strange must have happened!
Leave me- Clarice-leave me" he added,
with nervous impatience; Il must see her
alone"
The young girl retired silently into m ad-
joining apartment, which was divided from
the artists studio by heavy curtains Of dam
ask.
Clarence Suydam listened to her retreat
ing footsteps, and then, going to the cur
tains, parted them and looked into the
apartment within.
It was empty His cousin Clarice had
left it by door opposite the curtained arch
way-a door which led to the other part of
the house.
'.All is safe," said Clarence. as he closed
the curtains. I'VE must have no listener.
scarcely know why, but there is something
in Clarice's manner which inspires me with
fear. What terrible hatred she betrays to-
ward the woman lover
He was silent, his heart beating violently,
rs he listened to light footstep upon the
staircase without.
SIT is sher he exclaimed-'it is Maudw
The door oneneG and the original of the