The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1884-03-22
TangledLives;;
OR,
A BROKEN TIE.
By
BARRETT SYLVESTER
ArrHoR OF "a FATAL HIIsTAKE," "FErTERED.
YET FREE" "EsrELLE's ERROR"
"CLoUDs AND SUNSHINE"
SUSPECTED" ETC
A BROKEN TIE.
fOoNTlNUED.1
BARRETT SYLVESTER

her lovely race, duu Tie servants Won
dered why it was that he had become So
suddenly pious. It was noticed. too.
that he was more impatient and excitable
than formerly. He had always been q
good and kind master and easily pleased.
but now he was dissatisfied with eyery-
thing they did.
Ashamed of himself, and determined.
il possible, to shake Off the infatuation
that was growing upon him, he went to
town to Bowmont House.. But there he
was more miserable than ever, and after
three days he abruptly wished his host
and Lady Augusta gocd-by, and rushed
to Dunkellon IN an express train.
No carriage was waiting for him, and
he walked to Dunlo and threatened to
discharge every servant on the estate for
not paying more attention TO him.
He reached the parsonage ut last, and
ell the bitter feelings he had been nurs-
ing vanished as he looked upon the
house which he imagined contained
Geraldine.
"Dear, sweet Geraldine, "he said, look
ing up at the window which he knew to
be hers, Il must call you mine-my
wife, my own lovely wife!"
And as he thus mused with himself,
speaking alord rnconsciously, the win.
; dow was softly opened.
"What do you want?" asked harsh
female voice
isis Miss Somerset at home:" he
asked desperately.
"Miss Somerset9 What, the old par
sons daughter?" asked the voice.
"Yes, said the Viscount, breathlessly.
"Oh! she's been gone these three
"Gone" he said, turning pale and
leaning against the fence for support.
"Gone /"
"Yes; and Mr.. Smith is the name of
the new rector. 1t yen want to speak TO
him about marriage or funeral I'll
call him."
"No. no; I do not want him." said the
Viscount, frantically. "Do you know
where the young ladies have gone to %
"No, don't; they could not stop here,
you are aware; but j don't know where
they went. heard master say there was
not five pound note left after everything
had been paid, So"
The Eiscount heard no more. He
rushed from the spot and terrified his
servants to death. by appearing before
them breathless and pale and distracted
Just as they We're sitting down to q bounti-
ful little supper which they had gotten up
tor their own express enjoyment.
But the Viscount aooke to no ono. He
stroda across the room to where his
groom was sitting, seized him by the
collar and dragged him from the room,
leaving the household ia q sta:e os terror
and aln.lzenant.
Joe Coxon was stahle-boy when the
Vsco'ult was a young fellow i'll pinafo:es,
ana was devoted to his tyrannical yoVng
master, VINO ut one monlent kicked and
'caned INN. and the next emptied his
pockets OF money and marbles hy way
Of atonement.
From stable boy Joe got to be groom,
and offended his master in every excyr-
nont pleasure or mischief
Joe never thought anything wrong the
sscouHt did, ana if he had ordered hiia
90 move monument or transplant ST.
farl's Joe would have set to WORK to find
me Quickest way OF executing his orders.
Up staiTs stalked the Viscount, drag
gng the unrcsisting Joe after him uutl
be had reached his own room AMI then
DoitnS the door he flung himself into q
chair.
Joe, " he. painted. 'you wicked, uu-
grateful scoundrel, how d.re you be en-
Toying yourself, eating and drinking,
when Your master is the most miserable
Wretch Oh Ile Eace Of the eart.l ?"
"Oh, Master Cllaclos!" gasped poor
-. Don't answer nc, villain :" sail the
:. ,vicount, seizlllS ;u ivory inassand-
don't speak to me- or shall do yoa
some bodily injury-I shall, indeed.
;, Joe did not speak, but he looked with
lAe Creates compassion upon MS young
master. He evidently thought the Wis
count had been very much ill-used by
some one
r. Tina fool and brute, Joe," said the
tscount. after several turns across the
room; but l IN yery wre.ched -
Cant l do nothin' SIR" said Joe,
Aumbly.
Perhaps you might" SAID the Wis
0unt IN l could trust you"
Trust lne:" said the groom, with an
injured look.
We'll, well. I know / can. Joe, I'm
u love I"
Joe grinned He heard the same thing
afty times before
, Don't grin." said the Viscount, seiz-
ng the inkstand again.
No sir-no, Master Charles; indeed
You've often heard the same thing
'elore. suppose you mean?"
Yes, sir, said Joe, glancing at the
But this is different. said the vis-