The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1885-12-26

He glanced up carelessly up from
his book.
''Offended me May. Why, what q
ridiculous idea Of course You haven't
offended me -
ell thought your manner was some
what different of late" faltered the
young wife, bending her head closer
over her embroidery.
"One can't keep on the honeymoon
gloss forever said the banker, iudif
ferently.
Life is full Of antithesis and love is
the strangest completely in life. For
as May Harriott grew strengthened in
the idea that her husband was c~easing
to adore her after the old idolatrous
fashion, she began to fall IN love with
the one she had married for money.
Frederick Harriott was not young,
but he was in the prime of middle age.
He was not boyishly handsome, like
the wax heads May had seen in the
barber's show winds, but he had tho
| port and mien of a prince. All women
are prone to hero worship, and our lit
tie May was no exception to the ordi
nary rule. For the first time in her
life she was falling in love-and with
her husband.
\ few weeks only had elapsed when
a crisis in the banking business render
ed it imperatively necessary Mr.. Har-
riott should go to Vienna for two or
three months. Poor May looked
aShast as her husband mentioned his
intentions to her in the same cool. maj
ter-oi fact way in which he might
have criticised the weather.
Going to Vienna she gasped.
ooh Frederick -
"My dear child, it is but a mere bag
atele of IL journey. One doesn't mind
travel nowadays. l shall not be later
than November in returning.
"But-I may so with you?'
"Iou i? my dear. don't think of it..
My travel will necessarily be too rapid
to think OF incumbering myself with
a lady companion. l must go and
come with the greatest speed.
May said nothing more, but there
was a blur before her eyes, a sickening
sensation of despair at her heart. He
cared no more for the society which
had been dear to him once. Oh, what
had she done to forfeit the love that
had once been poured out SO tondly' on
her life ?"
1t was rainy June twilight when
the banker wrapped in a dreadnaught
coat and with his travelling-cap pulled
down over eyes, passed up and down
the deck of the steamer Galatea, heed
less OF all the tumult eff weighing n
chor. Through the misty dusk lie
tried vainly to catch the ghostly out
lines Of the city spires-the City that
held his young wife.
''She will be happy enough without
me- he told himself, bitterly. ..She
has her mother and sister with her.
She babe me adieu without Il tear,
and it may be that my continued alb
scence will teach her to think less cold
ly OF me. Dear little May-sweet
spring blossom-my prayers may reach
you it my love cannot"
And, as the steamerjplowed her way
onward and the darkness deepened,
Frederick Harriott went below,
10 his infinite surprise, the state
room he had engaged for his own b.
half and use was .not empty. A lady
sat there with yelled face and droop
ing head. Frederick H%arriott paused
in surprise-the figure rose up, and
throwing aside its veil. revealed the
blue, starry eyes and pale cheeks of
May herself.
ooh, Frederick, pardon mel" she
sobbed, throwing herself into his arms.
"but | could not let you go alone l
love you, Frederick /; Z cannot 1--we with
out You. w hen I thought of you being
perhaps ill, in a strange land, |
thought 1 should lose my senses. Dear
husband, tell me you are not angry
with me :"
And she burst into a food of tears.