The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1885-12-26
liz Gbibalanx Sentinel
DEC. 2e, 1885.
MONEY OR LOVE.

'cc.oxed 6oudoir, hung with silken.
tfutch draperie, and carpeted in pale
gray Ambusson bordered with scarlet.
The windows were full of Towering
plants, an exquisite statue of Hebe oc-
copied a marble pedestal in the middle
of the room, and the panels of the
walls, filled it with mirrors, reflected
the young brides every motion a score
or times.
Flora Field, her old school-mate,
sat opposite her, secretly e%nvious If all
this splendor. and wondering that
May Haven. who had taught in the
same district school as herself, was
not more elated at this sudden promo
ton.
.Well, then" said she, "why did
you marry him :"
''Because | was poor and he was
rich. Because l was tired of teaching,
and he offered me all this -
And May glanced around upon the
luxuries that surrounded her.
"Nobody could be foolish enough to
suppose it was a love match" said she.
.sHe's ever so much older than l an
and not at all my ideal! But l could
not drudge on forever at my profess
sion, and think I've made 4 lucky ex
change.
''May, you are a heartless coquette,"
cried ~ Flora Field.
"No, I am not" said May, with a
shake of the lovely golden curls. "You
would do just the same thing yourself.
Flora Field, if You had a chance !; you
know you would"
And as May laughed out a sweet, de
FAINT chime she did not know that her
silly words had had another auditor
, than Flora Field-that the door lead
ing into the rich bankers study was
ajar, end that he heard every syllable
she spoke.
1t was qnite true that Frederick Har
riott was not a young man. He had
passed the rubicon of middle aye be
fore he had allowed himself to fall in
love and maryland the flame burned
all the deeper and more tender, in
that the wood was mellowed by age.
He had looked upon May Haven as lit
lie less than an angel, and now
Il should have known sthis b-tore,"
he said to himself, with ashen face
and trembling limbs. IL should shave
OWNED that spring and autumn were
nnsuited. So she married me for my
money :"
"May,'' he said that evening. 81
have tickets fer the opera to night.
Would you like to go1'
"No, l don't think l care about it,"
said May, listlessly.
"Then we will remain at home and
I will read You that new poem," sug-
gested her husband.
81 an tired of poetry" :pettishly re
torted May. l do wish you would
leave me to enjoy myself in my own
way once in awhile!
"DoI love you, May" Frederick
Harriet asked with an i~nexplicable
culver in his voice.
lawfully! I'm just in the midst of
this delightful story, and I can't bear
to be lnterrupted.'
'.Yery we'll the offense shall not
be repeated said Mr.. Harriott quiet
ly.
After that a subtle and sudden
change came over his whole life. He
was as courteous and attentive to his
young wife as ever, but May felt that
all the heart and soul were gone ont of
the little courtesies, the scrupulously
rendered attentions.
For awhile she rather liked it. II
was. a relief to feel that his eye was
not always upon her, his thoughts follow
ing her. She could go where she plea
ssd now, and he asked no questions.
She could employ her time to suit
herself, and he had neither criticism
nor comment to offer, but gradually
she began to realize that she had lost
something which was not easily to be
replaced.