The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1885-12-12
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Il did not speak.
1T is not like you to be so unjust
so arbitrary, she went on. 1T seems
to me, uncle, that in the matter of mar
riage woman should choose for her
self and not be influenced by any one
have made my choice and given my
word but oh | should be so much
happier if you were not angry. Do
forgive me and lie your own kind self
agair.'
"'les, when you yield to my wish
es, answered coldly. you are a
mere girl, Violet, and have had no ex-
periencc of men. II you were ten
years older l should leave you to take
the consequence of your rashness, but as
it is
CAS- it is-what then ? Oh uncle
and she slipped from her chair and
kneeled here on the rug at my feet,
'pray-pray be your old self again.
You were never angry with me be-
fore; and it seems SO unnatural to see
you turn your head away from me with
ont a smile. Do you love me only if
have no voice, no will of my own 2
'"Listen to NE, child, said, looking
her in the face Il have striven to be
father to you since brought you here
l have loved you, heaven only knows
how dearly In return only ask you
to let me prevent your making com
plete wreck of your life. | want to
save you flom IL sad fate and You think
ME Il tyrant.'
''Shc took my hand in both hers and
pressed her face on it, then looked up
with a smile.
Il wish Harry was here she said,
He always took my side.
IL ought not to have told you that
my dear boy, but it was so fr' sh in my
mind. as it struck me forcibly at the
time, knowing as did that you loved
her. Forgive me my want of tack.
''She was not given to shedding tears
like some women, or she would have
cried then. Her cheeks were hot and
burning as they touched my hand,
while her eyes We're feverishly bright.
She used every argument she could
find 10 induce me to consent to her en-
gagement' and. as l remained silent,
she drew nearer and gazed up sorrow
fully and eagerly in my face.
you relent. uncle ? she whispered,
in an agitated why. You will let me
be happyH
In that way. never told her sad
" and sternly. and tried to draw
away my fingers. but she clung to them
tightly, while her lips quivered.
Don't say that UncIe!' she cried,
hoarsely. Dear uncle, oh, what can
say what can I say to move your
"You think l was very hard, Harry.
l see, but I thought it best.
"'Hnsh. child, \ said. Nothing will
influence me. Tam resolved
And so am t. she said sorrowful
y. dropping my hand and rising to he,
feet Il should always have wished to
please you but now that you are harsh
md unjust and will not listen to reason
what can | do"
'She waited for me to speak but had
40 words at hand, was too hurt and
lngry. She went toward the door
hen came back and stood behind me, |
'esting her hand lightly ON my shoul- |
lers.
!" Try and forgive ME, uncle. l love
lim sol love his faults that make You
lespise him AID his virtues that YOU do |
lot know. Won't you kiss me, cncle 2
Il was half inclined TO take her in my |
lrms and tell her she should do what
he would but l diG not, After few
minutes of dead silence l heard her
latch her breath in half-sob and then
he daor closed upon her and was
alone.
The next day she did not come
lown before | went to the city, and
When came home she was gone. l
lave forgiven her now, Harry; but it