The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1884-04-12

1t IS you she is like she has your eyes
mime ?" said the Viscountess, with
another lingering look into the sweet
blue eyes.
Exactly. But must run awav. or
Edward aud Ernest will not think very
highly of the hospitality of Dunkellon
Hall"
els your name Edith % said the Wis
countess, Us the door closed, and she re-
moved the plumed hat from her graceful
head Did you say Edith Z"
Eyes, madam, said Edith, in falter-
ing tone
! "FalcOner."
"Have you mother, my sweet
childl" asked the Viscountess, placing
the girl on the ottoman at her feet and
caressing the golden ringlets.
Yes" said Edith, her eyes turning
with wistful look at the lady.
''She must be very happy" sighed the
lady, and relapsed into silence.
! Another shock awaited the Viscountess.
when, descending with Edith an hour
afterwards, she met Ernest at the draw
ing-room door.
"Who is he ?" she whispered.
my brother, dear lady" said Edith.
"Come here, Ernest; let me introduce
you to the Viscountess."
Ernest bowed gracefully as he raised
the hand the lady extended him to his
! lips.
! A thrill passed through her frame as
/ his lips pressed her hand, and involun-
tarily it closed tightly over his.
Bless you, boy, she murmured.
The mothers heart had recognized her
child; but her reasondid not respond to
the appeal.
The Viscount drew Edith to him as
she entered.
II do not wonder that Gerald loves
you," he said, smoothing her ringlets !;
I am sure you deserve it. Do you not
think she is like Gerald9" he asked,
turning to the Viscountess
| Eyes" said the lady, dreamily.
but we will not detain her indoors
this bright evening. Gerald has carried
off her brothers to show them the won
ders, and if you have 10 objection,
dearest, we will order the carriage and
drive Edith round the park. 4"
It was happy month. But the end
came at last, and Edward, Ernest and
Gerald were obliged to return to college
and Edith to Bowmont House.
In the winter the Viscount took his
beautiful wife to London.
"I am about to call on my old friend,
Eugene Bowmont," said the Viscount,
Twill you accompany me Lady Au-
gusta is dead, and should like to offer
him little respect"
II will, if you desire it, said Geral-
dine, without raising her eyes from the
work on which she was engaged
"Well, dear, if it will not be disagree
able, I should like it."
Lord Bowmont was sitting with o
frowning brow over letter he had just
received from his sons tutor at Oxford
speaking of the disgraceful excesses in
which, young as he was, he indulged,
and giving up his appointment as tutor.
What am I to do with this degenerate
boy?" said Lord Bowmont, bitterly.
II am rightly punished Oh, Geraldine,
you are indeed avenged
s'Viscount and Viscountess Dunkellon
are in the drawing-r room, my lord, " said
a servant, opening the door.
"Who?" sa d Eugene, starting up.
"Lady Bowmont desired me to come
to your lortlship and inform you that the
v1SCOuQC AuO V16COuubcSo 0UuAcAOA
were with her."
Il will attend her Immediately, said
Lord Bowmont, making violent effort
t. be calm.
"It has como at las.a" he said, clasp.
ing his temples. 1.-The interview have
SO longed for and dreaded must be
borne. It will be worse than death to
see her another's; but it must be So"
Hastily arranging his attire he de-
scended As his hand rested on the
dlawing-room door, the sweat, clear
tones Of Geraldine sent him staggering
back.
"Oh, my God!" he said, wiping the
drops from his brow. "How calmly she
speaks9 She does not dream of my
agony"
With an immense effort he conquered
his agitation and entered the room.
Geraldine was sitting on o couch be
side the Dowager Lady Bowmont.
Her exquisite bonnet of blue velvet,
with its dropping plume, seemed like O
crown to her angelic head, wili.e the
heavy folds of blue velvet added dignity
TO her slight form.
Bowmont, l am glad to see you.
Permit me to introduce you to my wife.
Geraldine, my love, Lord Bowmont.
Geraldine turned towards him.
1--WE have met before, my lord" she
said, i'll calm, quiet tones.
Lord Bowmont bowed over the hand
she extended to him to hide the deadly
pallor that had crept over his face.
A sigh of relief escaped the Viscoun!
as Geraldine quietly resumed her con-
versation with the Doweger. and he
linked his arm in Lord Bowmo,.t's.
"COme. my lord. he said. "Hou used