The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1886-04-10
VOL. XXI.
A Moonlight Idyl.

twas Deauteous moonlight, and the
air was filled with a subdued silverv
splendor never seen in the glare of day.
1t was night that would make q poet
trot out his Tyre, and bring from it
notes of the most enrapturing melody,
if he didn't break "a string or get the
contents Of slop-jar from an upper
window. 1t was such night as would
make lovers delight to walk abroad and
recllne on door steps. talking of love
and the expense OF matrimo ly, till the
old man pops out his turbaned head
and yells: Young man. meander, and
gal, you go to bed" 1t was good
night for meditation and chicken roosts,
and poor one for the body-snatchinc
branch of surgical knowledge. All
nature, including the police, was in
peaceful repose, except reporters and
the concert halls Oh State street In
certain locality naught was heard
save the braying Of the faithful watch
dog and the occasional yell of q street.
car driver, rs he stared up the mules,
or whlstled Il helated huckster Of the
track, or. IN plain, sIuare-toed En-
glish it was a beautiful moonlight
night, ana the dog in the front yard was
hoWlng as though the entire seven
devils that left the woman were in him.
The vonng wife tossed about
nervously on her couch but couldn't
get to Steep to save her. OF
a sudden she would sit bolt up
right in bed, rearrange her back-hair,*
replace her night cap, give her elbows
a twitch, like soldier without armst
getting ready to double-quick it to
quarters, and then she would flop back
into a horizontal position, bury her
nose in her pillow, and remain as
motionless as II farmer spelling out a
hand bill, for an interval nearly as long
as it would take the Pride of Bonner. to
get around the ring. Then she would
flop over, give kick, first with one
foot, then the other; then with Her
elbow she would jab her husband in
the ribs, and want to know If he was
asleep. II he had been, the probability
is that he was wide-awake at that in
stant. Then she would go back to the
beginning and do it all over again,
winding up by taking out her ear
rings and putting them down on the
floor. where she would be sure to step
on them vixen she got up in the morn
ing, giving diversity to the performance
by changing the order, and now and
/ then Introducing few variations with
heels and elbows, and finally, away long
III the small hours, when the early
milkman was ont cursing the cows and
thawing out the pumps she gave
founder ike "a fish trying to swim on
dry land, and put her tongue in motion,
with words of honey and tones of Vine
gar.
Hubby, DEAR" with more elbow
1abbing.
what is it, love?' replies the man
Of much patience.
Il can't get to sleep, dearest, to save
my life and if the gas We're lighted he
could see that her under lip is droop-
ing.
well, that's too bad, hon. No more
can |, replies the man, with reslgna-
tion in his voice.
She remains silent for couple of
minutes.
Il say. precious"
what is it, darling?"
I'm, not asleep yet, love"
There's two OF us awake, then, my
dear, says the man, with the veraci.y
2 OF exhoraton.
u cant think what max hes that dread
full dog keep mp such d horrid howiing,
dear. l could 20 to sleep at once il he
would only keep still and let me-
More droopinr of the neither lip.
Did you feed him to-day, my pet?"
He-wth newly awakened interest.
"1e7 indeed. precious. He cant be
hung y; save him all he could eat.
She-with animation lie ghtened by the
JOY of her ;AoughtfuIness.
What did you give him, arling?"
Why, dear. | gave him some of those
boiled dunplings We had left from dim
ner. BIT why do you jump ont of bed
SO suddenly. Herbert, dear"
why, love, that's whats the matter
with him. and we might rs well get up
and read, tor We won't Pet Il wink of
sleep tonight, unless thev kill him be-
fore sun-ur You should have told me
this before. dear, and ] would have
went ont and shot him. ended his
misery, and got good nights rest"
The endcaring talk came to % sudden
and unceremonious end.
| The lest of 1t was hanging on . c,lAtE
= Without his gun
G Maud $.
Sarcasm for milking.
Chicago Ledyer,
4 Possible Danger.
Mrs. Miull,,-"W "Womens suffrage, in
deed There went he anything of the
kind, il can help it..
Miss rmhs-"But why not just
think With slight change in the