St. Landry democrat. (Opelousas, La.) 1878-1894, 1886-06-12


patiently at the draught. The boy.
Let me see him. Bring him mere at
once
The old lady rustled softly from the
room. afraid to deny him longer.
The Iregarthens'll have their way
if they are dying" she said to herself.
1T was their manner always. she
returned in a moment. Il have sent
for him, SIR
Tregarthen made response with
his eyes, and lay stiA. BY and by
there was a knock at the door, and re
housekeeper, answering it, led into the
room little fellow OF six or seven
years Of age, and set him where her
master could see him. The child was
pale, and his cheeks were hollow. tie
had prCfusion Of light hair. Il shy but
pleasant aspect and large gray eyes.
''Lat him be taken care OF. sad
| Tregarthen. in his feeble voice. Bring
him to me again tomorrow. A pretty
child. Any one else9'"
NO, sir said the housekeeper,
with downward glance at the child.
Bring him again tomorrow, said
Tregarthen Il am tired
CHAPTER VIII.
Lorrimer, leaving Mrs. Tregarthen,
felt like an Emperor who has recon-
uuered rebellious province. He was
one of those people who love success
and hate failure, apart from conse-
quences. He wanted what he wanted
exactly that or nothing-and if he
had dug for water and struck gold,
like the famous Mr.. Dow, he would
have felt aggrieved. He had gone out
to secure Miss Churchill, and the diff
ficulties which had been cast In his
way only made her services the more
valuable to hope for. and more pre-
cious when secured. THE boys. he
said to himself, rubbing his hands
with vivacity, Twill be at the Rabbit
Hutch. They shall have the news at
once to begin with
When he alighted in the Strand and
discharged the coachman that person,
age was astonished at the liberallty OF
the payment Lorrimer rendered. The
manager staggered into the little
room. beaming all over; but there wa,
no one to meet him except The poet
who sat detected. with his folded arm:
upon the table.
I've seen her, Marsh said Lori
mer, extending both hands. ''Anc
what's more, my boy, she has con
sented to appear again.
THAT is good news" said the poet
mournfully. Il congratulate you
Have YOU made any definite arrange
ment with her? Have you-helpe'
herr
ITO everything the heart can wisl
for!'' said Lorrimer. ''Delicacies, wine
, money. credit and coral for the baby
1t was the coral that did the trick, m.
boy .,
bewildered air.
, .sYe-es." said Lorrimer, rubbing HI
chin with the palm of his hand and re
, garding the poet with half-retiectlo
, of his look "A baby. | suppose it
= all right. To tell you the truth, Marsh
| don't inquire into those matters. 1t
, a question of principle with me. .
, The poet stretched out a hand an
! struck down heavily on the gong whlc
stood before him, and on the appear
ance of the waiter demanded brandy /
+ a manner almost tragic.
: "What's the matter9" asked LORI
! mer. ..You are out of sorts, dea
boy" -,
7 Il am hipped." said the poet, with
! sigh. Il am tired of the whole show
: Lorrimer, and / wish that the drul
q would bang and the fddles squeak n
h more. I should like to see the curtai
! ring down on the silly figures in til
middle of the piece, but I must sit
+ out. I suppose, like the rest of u
- though am sick of it and bored
o death"
= "Ahr' said Lorrimer, you re youn!
dear boy, and that's why you feel liz
+ that When | was your age / fe
q older than Methusalem. By and
q you'll begin to want to stick and you
o get to like the piece very well.
# There are few things more offensi'
n to young man than to be remindt
of his youth by a senior. And Tor
q poet and man of fashion, who NJ
n Just expressed the warnings OF b
e soul with what he felt to be We
n prettv conversational style), to til
% himself compared with this tlorid vi
d oarian. who called Methuselah, Methus
\. lem. was more than commonly gallin
p Lorrimer had never felt what he fe
d The thing was impossible, but it W
d useless to argue, and the young m;
E. sat in mournful and dignified silene
r. and slipped his brandy and water, u
le til the other members OF the concla