The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1884-05-03

guarded windows aid locked doors. IT
suppose SO. but [ must be patient and
brave, as my poor Edward woull wish
me to be, and defeat this vile mans
plans" '-'@'n
She sat down and tried to reass,ra
herself but as hour after hour passed.
and the shades of evening advanced she
became terribly frightened '.e
she was falnt from want of food and
she started aud clasped her trembiino
hant.s at every sol1nd
| Ii the meantime Lord Bowmont lo3
arrived at DunkelIon Hall soon after
Edlths departure, aud hearing of her
Illness, had followed her, very anxions
ut the account he had received.
| He had caught o glance of Edith in
the cab as the train came in, but now he
Was driven from one street to another
/ wondering and alarmed, without any
further trace of her. Then he FASTENED
/ to -1rs EalcOners, who, as surprised a,
j himself, had OF course seen noth;ng of
| her.
With an indefinite dread of some IT
happening to the lovely girl he hurried
asatn to raddlngtcn, intending to ascer
tam ii she had returned to Duukellon
Hall, and was waiting to take a ticker.
Wntu LIS l1C4A eye Ie3CGO on KRO1liiG
| just entering cab.
What was he doing here in a cab9
10 take another, and order the driver
Reginald stopped at small house h ?
quiet street, and producing a kew
opened the door and went in.
Lord Bowmont Instantly descended
from the vehicle, and desiring the nan
to wait, walked quickly towards the
house in which his son had disappeared.
He pondered over his Appearance in
such Il locality. and with o swift thought
associated it with Edith's disappearance.
The houses were SO much alike in their
dingy sameness, that he was hesitating
n to the exact one which Reginald had
entered. when suddenly . shrek, in the
well-known tones of the child he SO
much loved, broke upon his ear.
1t had become SO dark that the Door
pale little prisoner could scarcely see the
teaSures OF her prosecutor as he entered
the room after, it seemed, hours of wait
ing; but as he entered the door she
darted forward, and struggled to pass
him as he stood III the doorway. With
sneering laugh he caught her in his
arms.
Mot SO fast, little bird the cage door
is not unguarded yet"
Let me go" painted Edith. "I hate
you so! Let me go!"
"A capital reason. pet Tor keeping
you here. l have q great fancy for
tanning pretty shrews, and mean to
tame you I"
'how dare you keep me here 2"
shrieked the maddened girf. Some one
help me? Oh, for Gods sake. he'll,
mel 1'f
1.-The mischief, girl !" said Reginald :
"you will alarm the neighborhooI Isl
lence y he exclaimed, savaRelv. pIacino
his hand over her mouth .'silence. OF
l will strangle you!''
But she needed him not With fr,ntic
struggles she tore his hand from her
mouth, and rent the :lir with her screams.
A laundering knock at the door
seemed in answer to her screams, and
she redoubled her efforts to escape from
his detaining grasp but he forced her
back into the room, and closed and
locked the door.
Edish's strained ears had caught the
sounds of rapid and powerful blows on
the closed shutters of the front rooms,
and the next moment the excited voice
of Lord Bowmont c.;ed aloud, Where
are you, Edith, my darling! I am
here"
With almost suprhuman strength, he
placed his knee against the door; it gave
way; and he caught the fainting girl In
his arms.
For some seconds father and son re-
garded each other in silence.
Lord Bowmont stood pale as marble,
breathless and excited, holding his re-
covered child to his breast; while Regi-
nald, sullen and disappointed. looked
with defiant air at his outraged parent.
Degenerate boy" Lord Bowmont
said at length, in trembling accents, lis
innocence and purity no protection from
one SO vile rs your
"How do you know, my lord, that I
am vile, rs you kindly term mel
do not find you forcibly OBTAINING
q good and virtuous girl against her
wi112"
Il am not a. all certain as to her COED
ness or purity said Reginald, with
wicked malice.
"Silence !" thundered his father. "or
you will hear words that you little
imagine
You are harsh. my lord, said Regi-
nald The Young lacy came Of her own
free will, and viii not even low yield
my claim to her.
.Menster.' exclaimed Lord Bow
mont, with q burst of uncomfortable
rage, Would you wrong your sister %
Had thunderbolt exploded at his feet
Reginald could not for a moment have
been more surprised
''Sister!" he fal.ered
''Ay, sir. your sister"
1.-The taste for youth and beauty then,
my lord. is hereditary said Reginald,
with bold effrontry, '.ance this young
lady's mother was doubtless as fair and
q virtuous," he added with sneer, las
she is"
/ ..Yo,rr are riuhf alra xma fair and