The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1886-01-16
''shr is quiet ~ . lamb"

In MI instant her arm vas drawn
through that Of the respectable man III
black, and she was conducted along u
dark. stou.-pAsed passage, lighted ~
~ by a.wi"giug lamp that hung above
their heads.
'.Ve,y polite they are here. l must
say" thought Miss Belsey, to herself.
Bat the idea WI. scarcely formed III
her MUD when she found he,soIf push
ed gently. but suddenly into i small,
stone-paved Dom witt, cilcula. walls,
windows high abov. her reach, and
the scantl-st allowance Of furniture
that she had ever srrn in her life. Aud,
10 her amaz.nent, the polite butler
was accosliuy he through = grated
doorway. as if she were y wild AMI
mai.
''Eh !, said Bet.ty, '.what's this 7
Let ME out. will you
..Qlnet. .na'an, quiet. Til It's \ dear!'
said The respectful IL personage. "You
shall have SOME sup per directly if ouIy
YOU viii c".npose yourself"
But l Want To get out" said Betsey,
rafting ut the door.
Quiet, quiet T. soothed til. man.
"D"nI excite yourself
What on earth il the meaning Of
tbis 7" said the hewildered woman
from Maine.
Now, pray, be calm" said the but
Ter. '.Quiet-that's the way"
But won't be quiet" said Miss
Betsey. ''lnl shout for help. What
have Isapne to be shut up ikea prison
er and . mad woman I"
"Gent!y, g-ltly.' urged the respect
able maj iu black. 'Jonas; I'm afraid
you'll ha.e to bring the straight jack
It -
The straight jacket! Aud Miss
Bliven dropped down on the little
stone bench that was screwed against
the wall. Was it possible that they
believed her to be mad
stop :" she said, trying to calm the
wild, incessant beatings Of her heart.
"Dont put ~ that thing. l will be
quiet
That's u dear sool!'' said the man
in caressing accents, as if he were rea-
soning with q fractions infant. "lt's q
deal the mos sensible thing you can
do"
But there's some mistake here
pleaded poor Betsey, On whose brow
in spite of the chilliness Of the night
great drops Of perspiratiou had brol
on out. I'm not mad !"
mo, no." said the man, "of course
not +; you shall have some tea directly
and y slice Of dry toast. apd-'
Bronson called cat q clear, dis.
tinct voice, YOU'RE wanted. Where
are you What are you doing I"
I'm with the new patient. sir ans
wered the respectable man. shes
quieting down very fast, and
What's the man talking about I
interrupted tho voice, shrill, sharper
aud more distinct than ever. The
new patient has just come, by special
r... yL.rro
But then who is this :" gasped the
respectable man.
I'm Betsey Bliven,'' said our heroi
ne. Let me out, Z say ! Betsey Bliv.
en-, from Maine. I'm the new waitress
and chambermaid, at GA q month,
and you've taken me for . mad 70.
man
"Hush-hush-ah! for heavens
sake! said the respectable ma 10
black, ~ he made haste to unlock the
door. Nobody i mad bere-ouIy q
little peculiar. Im sure, ma'am. I beg
your pardon, but 10 sre expecting Z
Mrs. Lamarqus, from / ortlaud-sad
you correspond almost exactly with the
description and then We didn't know
that the new waitress would be here an
til to no..ow. And Mrs. LsmArqse il
subject to dangerous turns, aad-aDd
hope,ma'am You won't mention this te
tho superintendent I"
mo, l wont," said Betsey, with q
grim chuckle, for she was beginning to