The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1884-04-26
'TangledLives;;
OR,
A BROKEN TIE.
-BY-
BARRETT SYLVESTER.

: M 1REE." "EsTE11Es ERROR"
'C1OUDs AND SUNSHINE"
SUSPECTED" ETC.
rooNrmuED.1
He turned away, and was soon lost in
the gathering darkness.
The stage Just then came rattlino
along, and, with foreboding heart. the
nh took her place inside.
Ellen Graham was the daughter of
eamekeeper. She was pretty, but vain
! sSir1, and had obtained the affection of
In father 8 assistant more by her pretty
I fnce than her other qualities. They had
heen engaged for years and until Reei-
nald Bowmont first cast his eyes on her
iGr form, they had been happy. But
hen was the sprightly face that he ad-
mired, and very soon he found that his
whispered batteries had not been poured
{ into empty ears.
: When he returned to London from
O1.ord, he had obtained from the foolish
m-who believed all his words, and
Vas dazzled by anticipated silks and
sstna operas and reveiry-a promise
that she would meet him in London. at
= address he gave her.
What need to follow her in her down.
ward course! She soon found the heart
Of her betrayer to be as cold as her own
Id been to the agony and prayers of
her forsaken lover. At the end of six
months he cast her of.
He was now engaged in more diff
4nlt conquest, the winning Of the beauti-
- tNvpk kNvn -
opposed to every delicate instinct of her
pure mind, that she shrank from every
06ered attention, and dreaded his ap-
peoach.
Edward had left Bowmont House and
NJ at home with his mother but his
I. .sslf-rsproach and agony were not abated,
md hs mother 1t length yielded to his
entzsaties and purchased . commission
fue him in the army. It was great trial
b the fond mother. but his pale face and
ths look Of suppressed unhappineas that
~ nov always IN his eyes, told her of
lms gIeak mental struggle and perhaps
anne aciye employment would sub
- q sa>.-'','
Tho voluntary absence Of Edward was
. source Of grief to Edith She could
not understand her own sensations she
only knew that every thing had lost its
charm, and that even the society of Lord
Bowmont could not till the void his
absence created
His letters breathed the fondest love.
and were filed with the outpoluings of
noble spirit but there ran through
them al o vein of self-reproach and
humble depreciation that the girl could
not understand There was not one ex-
preston which brotherly love could not
have dictated, yet she hid his letters IN
her bosom, and never even showed them
to Fanny, he- hitherto confdant and
friend.
But there was one eye that had read
the secret that Edward would not ac-
knowledge and Edith did no. herself
know, and that was Reginald Buwmont'a
=, With the quick eye of jealousy, hs
had Owed into th0 secret OF Edward's
manner and withdrawal. and saw in
Edths love for him his own defeat. He
knew standard Of perfection was Edward,
and It no suitor re8ched that perfection.
she would not be won. It was in vain
he tried to school his words and manners
n imitation of Eiw,uds Edith detested
hum; no effort he could make would
detain her an instant IN his p,eseIce
alone, and she stunned him as she
would have done something artagollstic
to her nature.
1t WAS bitter experience to the young
prodigate and gradually the love which
:ne had felt gave place to q feeling Of
Aaned and revenge.
Edith's manner had become so sub
dued and her lovely face SO sad, that
Lord Bowmont at length yielded to the
tNcount's entreaties, and suffered hei
% pay visit to Dunkellon hall he
trusted the fresh air of the country
would revive the roses that London
season had faded
In the meantime Ernest had been en-
Heed in q furious dirta*iOn with Miss
ClafisR Howard, the daughter Of Lord
BowmOnts sister She was belle and
dashing young beauty; but . coqIeste
q two seasons standing
She encouraged Ernest's attentions
t6eause he was the hAndsomest young
fellow in her circle. What did she know
q care if he was giving his young, fresh
heart to one utterly devoid Ut the like
kticle to give him in return?
Fortunately for Ernest, it was his iul-
aglnation only that was enslaved When
be sat by the side of Frnnces Leslie, and
listened to her sweet voice, his heart felt
ner power, though, at the same instant,
his eyes followed the Juno-6ke figure OF
Chris1, and he was ready 70 carry her
I'm. arrange her cloak. and hand her into
aer carnage, whether or not poor
Frances had one to attend on her.
Il was not until afAse the departure Of
Ihances with Edith for Dunkell0o Hall
that Ernest began 10 reelise how great
a influence the sweet girl had exercise4
0ver him. Clarissa's brilliant oonversl-
hon never had seemed 10 heartldg4. her