The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1884-03-15
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"CLoUDs AND SUNSHINE"
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BARRETT SYLVESTER.

an riyiug her the contents of the house
and settling one hundred and fifty
nounds year upon her was that she
should adopt the little ones as her own,
ciye them her name, and never without
is permission let them know they were
not really heia This promise he COM
eelled her to seal with en- oath, and she
- installed in her Little home, where
she recovered her spirits and sang and
uursed her days away.
Eugene tied his horse to o tree and
boxed in at the cottage window. The
room was beautifully clean, and Mrs.
Falconer, looking the very essence OF
scqmfort and good temper, was sitting
with o child ON each knee, singing and
dancing while the little ones crOWed with
delight
The light of raternal love glistened in
Eugenes eyes as they rested on the babes.
Never were there more perfectly lovely
little things, and the snow-whi.e frocks
and diaper pinafores, the blue ribboaain
their sleeves and shining curls, testified
70 the care Mrs. FMconer bestowed on
hg nurslings.
She sprang up with o glad cry Of vel
come Is he entered.
"Ah, Mr.. James, she said, for by that
name she alone knew him, ''how glad
an to see you! You are such O stranger,
Or! Why, sir, it is four months SINCE
you came to See us !"
II have been away, nurse" he said,
oeating himself.
"Oh, that accounts for il, sir; but pray
let me take your hat and then look at my
babies. I hope, sir, you will think them
grown" -
"They are, indeed, getting on well,
Mrs. Falconer," said Eugene, looking
with glis.ening eyes into the blooming
faces They are credit to you"
lR Falconer had been told the mother
Of her little charges was dead, and had
resolved to act mothers part by the
little ones.
Death alike impartial to the peer and
thepeasant had removed Eugenes father.
md he was now Lord Bowmont; but the
additional honors brought no additional
happiness, and he Oi,ener sought IL
crowds the peace he could not find in his
home
Eugene Bowmont would have been a
better man had he been q less fortunate
one.
He was an only son reared in every
luxury, induiged in every passing wLi1n,
and had never known control With him
he had only to wish to have. His mother
was proud of his handsome face and
noble figure, his father Of his heir: and
90 he grew to manhood-proud. passion
ate and selfish, yet possessing hidden
qualities which, bad they been encour.
aged and fostere6, would have made him
good as well ~ ncble.
One prevailing feature in his character
was bus love for everything young, inno-
cent and dependent; and it was the sweet
ioveliness Of Geraldine's character and
beauty that had attracted him. He loved
1er, and to love was wish to possess, and
to wish was to have. Had he seen one trait
IN Geraldine less perfect he would not
have loved her az lie did; and he had mar
ned her as the only means to keep her to
9lnseif. What he intended i'll the future
ne never stopped to consider. Perhaps
Dad he known, before his marriage with
Lady Augusta, that Geraldine was ABOUT
70 become mother, he would not have
entalled s,,ch misery on her. He would
not have condemned his wife to such
degradation and his children to shane;
put he had contracted the second mar
mage il ignorance of the further claim
Geraldine had upon his love and protec-
non; and when he did know it his own
safety demanded the sacrifice.
bis education had never taught him
nrmness; hence he shrank from tha con-
sequence OF his rash act. He bitterly
regretted his weakness, but felt powe1less
@ resist the decree of his father; and SO
Veraidine WAS tho victim
But When he looked on the beautiful
little things he lovedwith fathers fond
ness, he felt that he was bound to DO
everything he could for them and their
lovlng young mother; but he must be
@lent Were he to acknowledge the
Ghlldren Of Geraldine as his the child OF
Lady Augusta would suffer. But as he
looked On the blooming little charges OF
y, Mrs Falconer. and cont1Gsted them with
tne puny little thing at the castle, he felt
mat mat as infants. they We're happier ane
oetter as they were.