The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1884-09-06

Fnnk, me1rily, but he received n
answer to his question. Dick Faullue1
escaped down the lengthy passage, %
the night OF steps into his own room,
cheery with large FIRE, its substantial
vfands and its Temperance drinkA
The three men he had left behind him
searched in vain-there was no woman
to be seen anywhere. Who could have
uttered that scream? Having satisfied
themselves ON the point of there being
no ono there, they prepared to return to
the deserted supper table. This time
Horton brought up the rear.
Arrived at the steps, he paused for .
second or two to grope for the poker,
thus giving the others . good start,
when door he had not perceived In the
utter darkness opened about three inch.
-. showing just CLEAN of light, and .
voice said
lis he gonei Help me-help me 70
get out OF this dreadful place.
MADAM, I am your devoted slave,
and, il you mean Faulkner, he is"
Faulkner !" and she threw the door
wide open, revealing to Horizons gaze q
hotel sitting room of modest dimensions,
but which had been rendered pretty in
detail by womnn's hand and the pres
enoe Of many flowers.
He, however, noted nothing except
tho perfection Of the whole. She her
cell, who stood before him, was, a. he
would have EXPIRE: sed it, siren-that
IL, . beautiful woman, clad in q dark
velvet gown, with creamy lace about her
throat and wrists. What she was doina
there he hsd no time to ask, for the lady
repeated the word Faulkner" and
then inquired hurriedly, almost excit-
edly, il that were indeed his name.
Horton nodded his head In acquies-
oenoe without speaking. Every sense
he possessed was at that moment merged
into sight, as he gazed at the unexpect-
cd vision. She, meanwhile, needed him
not, but had concentrated all her power
Of thought on the name Of Faulkner.
"Have you known Mr.. Faulkner
long :" she asked.
"About two years." he answered.
briefly, still too much taken up BY gar
ing to waste his energy in words.
1.-TWO years only@then It all hap
pened before ?"
It! What was IT. But Frank at that
particular moment did not feel any over
whelming curiosity to ask
"Is he . drunkard :" was the ladyS
next question, abruptly put.
Frank thought of the five bottles OF
seltzer, and shuddered. She evidently
misconstrued his meaning, for, sinking
down on o sofa beside her, she hid her
eyes with her hands, and gave . little
sob, a. abe said:
II knew i'll knew IL. All il you
had an idea what I have suffered from
this man, and to meet him here r.
"Faulkner Is . good fellow" put in
Frank, little hesitatingly.
He was too loyal not to try and do
1end his friend, though he was desper-
ately inclined to make love to the lady
himself.
"You men always hang together"
she said, getting up once more, aud
pacing excitedly about the room.
"Do You know who I am p she asked,
after .~hile.
Frank shook his head
II am Mrs. Faulkner"
:. "1mpos'ible Why, I never heard.
that he was married !"
"Of course not, my dear Mr.. -"
Horton, interrupted he.
"W course not. my dear Mr.. Horton.
When was Mr.. Faulkner ever known 10
speak the truth? Will you sit down for
few minutes while tell you something
Of my history, and let me explain how
it is that I am in this hotel with only
my maid?"
Frank thought mumentarily OF the
good supper in the room at the top Of
the steps; but the magic power of the
beauty conquered, aud be sat down
with scarcely any regret. She looked
very bewitching, a. she sat with the
light falling on her face near the fire
and Frank decided that she could not be
more than four-and.twenty, and that it
would be imperative on him to expostu-
late with Faulkner on her account II he
had really been base enough to il-use
this beautiful young creature.
ION Christmas eve, five years ago."
abe began, II was staying with my
mother at Mr.. Dents, about six miles
from here. It was there I met Mr..
Faulkner. I was foolish enough 10
listen to him, and in less than q week I
had promised to be Faulkner's wife. Ny
mother objected; but was headstrong
girl, - I nm Q self-willed woman, and
opposition only served to make me the
more positive that Faulkner was the
only man in whom I should ever find my
IDEAL We married in the spring, against
every ones wishes, and In . very few
weeks ! discovered that my husband vas
Q luna&ia"
~ A lunsAicl Faulkner Q alunAtici Why
he h - Sane q I an" said Hoeton, n
much amazemenk
1T matters little whether tho beain i