The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1884-09-13
THE BACHELORS SUPPER
PARTY.
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~ COuAU uOt 1s4u 10 carry Win IL o SCfOnl
appearance of truth, added to which
Frank Horton was his friend-had bee1
his friend for the last two wears, an.
hAd during that period believed him e
be An honorable and benevolent man.
de dropped his arm from the door.
put laid it on Faulkner's shoulder as
No looked him straight in the eyes,
"How long since you have taken "a
temperance drinks ?" he asked.
Faulkner shook him off as he would
nave done troublesome fly; he was by
1ar the stronger man of the two.
MY dear Frank, this is not the mo-
ment for foolish questions. Imust speak
70 that woman now, or the opportunity
may never recur. Let me through the
door, OF, by Jove as sure as my name
- Dick Faulkner III"
A scream-such another scream m
Frank had heard once before that even
ang-issued from the interior of the
room. The door was flung open wide.
and Madame Rose, as she called herseifI
stood ON the threshold,
Had love conquered. when she heard
~aulkner's voice, tho old love for the
man who had usurped the first place in
her heart?
Strange if it were 20, after her confess
sion to Frank !; still stranger. since she
stood looking at him with q half-query-
ing. ha4-frightened look on her beauti-
fuf face.
Dick Faulkner held ont his hand to
her, movement which tho lady's true
Knight sought to interpose but she Ie-
cetved the advance graciously. laying
her tapered jeweled fingers in the prof
1ered palm.
Horton moved away with gesture Of
Irritation. It was evident, he thought,
that he was bong played with, and made
the victim Of some idiotic connubial
quarrel.
The next words, however, that were
uttered arrested his attention, and made
him turn round once more.
"You have 20 far forgiven the dead
- not to shun the living who wishes you
no ILL.,"
1t was Etulkner who spoke. She ans
vered, in very low tones.
was laboring under q great mis-
take, but the resemblance Is 30 very
strong"
He was my twin brother. Though.
nom my absence at the time of your
marriage, have never met you till now.
believe me have searched for you un-
osasingly, hoping by my devotion and
eolicitude to mitigate at least some por-
Hon Of my brothers fault"
II heard You had como back, but I
WAs afraid to meet you"
Exactly; SO Mrs. Dent arranged
meeting for rs this evening. thought
you might be in the hotel, and was
searching for you when
Your terrible likeness to the dead
produced the hasty impression that he
must have returned to life
"Poor Jack! May he rest in peace"
was the brothers pathetic word-tribute.
but the widows eyes flashed.
And oil this while Frank Horton
stood against the wall, as though thor
oughly petrified. He did not even at
tempt to move when Rose took her
0ewly- found brother-in-law in to look at
the sleeping child; in fact, he did not
give any evidence Of rousing up till
Dick Faulkner, coming once more into
the passage, shook him roughly by tho
arm, as he said with laugh:
Having supped full Of horrors, my
boy, let Ne to better cheer"
A few seconds more and tho five
stranded gnests were sitting round Dick
Faulkner's festive board.
He smiled on the beautiful Rose. and
bade her remember that he had or.
dered the fifth place to be laid in ex-
pectation of her coming, and that, after
al the misery she had experienced from
alcohol, the temperance drinks were
also in her honor, remark at which the
other men made grim faces, and, with
the exception Of Horton perhaps, wished
that Mrs. Rose Faulkner had not been
there.
As for Frank, he was in such Q state
of spooniness that if he had been told
that the price OF gazing into Roses
lovely eyes was to drink water for the
rest of his natural life, he would have
accepted it without demurrer. But he
had the pleasure OF toasting her in some
thing stronger than Temperance bever-
ages after all, for was il not an excep-
tional night, rs she justly observed, and,
- such, an exception to every rule?
" Besides" she added, with q little.
modest smile, sit is the first time I have
ever been to bachelors supper party"
6ix months later, when june sun
dispersed the icicles, and all nature.
looked glad and bright, there was no
gladder, brighter face to be seen for
miles around than that Of Rose (not
Faulkner now, but Rose Horton) as she
md Frank took possession OF pretty
cottage, where we will leave them in the
enjoyment Of a post-nuptial existence.
THERE is more philosophy In wom-
ans little finger than in . mans old
hat