The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1886-10-09

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little girl" said Nane. taking her slim
hand in his. Don't you think you will
get ava for few days."
No" said Bell. softly "Poor Tom.
you know"
Eane could not master movement
of impatience. Poor Tom" If ever
there was shiftless individual! -
He stayed quite late, and was more
tender tnan he had been for some time.
AS he was going away he took her deli
cate FACET looked Il tritle drawn, and
here were rings about the dark eyes
in both his palms.
Don t forget me while I'm away"
he said smiling down at her. "And
take good care Of yourself Don't
sacrifice yourself too much. child. DO
you hea' ?"
She managed to smile in return.
81 shan't forget you," she said very
low.
He ste cd thus a second longer. They
uade picture such as Millias' brush
would have loved. The fair, pale girl
with the dark eyes, and the tall, hand
some fellow for Nane Stephenson was
conspicuously handsome, without a
| doubt. Among the artists he went by the
name of Beauty Vain" Then he
stopped and kissed her, and as he got to
| the corner he turned again and from
| her post at the window she saw him nod
at hcr, smiling once more, standing there
in the moonlight. She remained there
moment after he had disappeared,
| and the hand that rested against the
| curtains trembled little
| "Wellw lied Jessie's somewhat
| shrill voice rom the back room, has
Nane gone? When is he coming
again."
Jessie lay on the lounge a shapeless
mass Of wrapper and shawls, as usual,
| despite the sultrincss Of the night She
had mad one of her attacks during the
day and was more "ueruleuS than
customary.
"Vane is going away for little while
out of town.
| "ticiAg to some fashionable place,
suppose with some of his fashionable
| friends" cried the invalid Then as
her sister made no reply" If he saved
up his money instead of spending, it in
that way you could have been married
before this But | always told you,
Bell, you were too weak for him. What
did you say to him about his going
! away?"
Nothing nothing replied the girl
wcarily.
Let Bell alone, Jess" said Toms
soft, slow voice, from the depths of an
arm chair, in which he sat in a state of
neglige equal to his wife's The childs
tired; let her so to bed"
Bell cast 4 grateful glance toward
her brother-in-law' large, mild face
She and poor, unlucky, always out of
position and if the truth must be
confessed, lazy Tom, were the best Of
friends 1t was not the first time he
had shielded her with delicacy that
never failed from her sisters well.
meant but narrowing onslaughts.
Bell crept upstairs. Oh, those golden
summer days down by the sea, when
first she and Nane Stephenson had met
and where he had asked her to be his
wife-how far, far off they were.
When Eane stephenson alighted at
the little station of of--Springs the fol
lowing evening his spirits rose with d
sense of pleasurable exhiliration. HIt
had had some doubts and also some
compunctions about coming-for what
reason he himself best knew-but they
eyaporatcd now.
The piazzas of the hotel were full OF
graceful forms in thin dresses and {
band within was playing dance music.
Vane repaired the damages inflicted
upon his appearance by travel and the1
sent his card to a person registered
with his mother, as Mrs. and Mis-:
Lawton and maid"
MISS La" ION Was uFeSSeu tnaL even
ing. as was customary with her, into tn,
nearest approach to beauty in any wa.
compatible with the materials granite,
her (not too lavishly) by nature. He
French dressmaker had once remarked
with the approval of an artist who's,
efforts are too often wasted upon a pur
blind generation, that Miss Lawton hat
the gout somewhat tapageur, but tina