The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1886-12-04


trust you viii be happy"
II detest the man." cried Ellen, fling
ing away his hand angrily. Gone
would think that all were turned
against me-"
"Do not believe it." said Henry,
gravely, "and as this may be the last
interview"
"The last?" echoed Ellen.
"That we may have for years to
come, let us not part with misunder-
standing. Had my own prospects been
different l should have found myself in
a condition toto advise you better
"In what way, Henry?' asked Ellen,
with an arch smile.
81 cannot tell you now. Let it suf-
fee to say that my inability to do aught
prevents me from saying what would.
Poor and dependent as l am, with a
debt of gratitude to pay, which l would
not have lessened by sentiment of
false pride, must tell you that. for
my own happiness, my own advance
ment, must make bold step in the
world and fight amongst men for my
own share of good OF i'll fortune, as
fate wills it."
"But what necessity is there for
this:" demanded Ellen, with touch of
her old impatience. "Does not my
father love you? Has he not made
your future prospects his study? Be-
sides, it will be necessary for you to
attend, as a near relative, at my
bridal"
"A faint smile crossed his pale lips as
he said. "In this, without accusing
me of unkindness, you must hold me
excused. I can make some sacrifices
OF feeling, but this is beyond my
power"
"Will you, if you please, speak
palmer, and tell me what you near
and why you cannot do thiss" asked
Ellen with mock gravity; for
thought she. "he will tell me now that
lie loves me-"
Every sentiment which makes man
respect himself every impulse of
honor will tie my tongue forever on
that head. Spare me then. Ellen,' he
added mournfully; q cannot prolong
this interview. am so little tutored
IN Disgusting my feelings, that l must
say regret this, while l trust it will
eventually be for the security of your
own happiness"
You love me. Henry-you loYe me!''
cried Ellen, catching him by the arm.
Ellen felt that he trembled from head
to foot. She saw that he turned as pale
as death; but the firm compression of
those pallid lips told her that nothing
could wiring forth confession from
him. She knew that his lofty nature
cherished a sense Of honor bordering
upon the chiyalric. He was silent.
:" Must |, then, speak" said Ellen.
Is the order OF things to be reversed -
And she smiled radiantiy. at is well
Tor my maldenly character that Leap
year entities ladies' to privilege which
they may use uncenslred; Henry, ny
Gear cousin. love you'.' Must | sue
in vain? win you not love your pretty
cousin Fllen:"
The astoaisl!ment of the youth was
only equa.ed b. lis JOY. With the most
nnfelgned rapture beaming out in
every feature. lie could barely articu-
late her name Elem
"Well, sir"
"Are you ii4sting with me? Do not
torture my heart, already over
wrought
cousin Henry. love you," was her
reply Twill you not love me in re-
turn?"
Now, and forever. exclaimed he.
clasping her to his breast. .As have
always fOndly loved you.'
"Then let us go in and see papa"
said Ellen. II am sure of his consent:
and what is more. was of age yester-
DAY, and no one seems to have taken !,
the slightest notice of it, so that if he
should be inclined to object, l can act
upon my own responsibility"
Need We say the result. The same |
day Sir John Vernon's consent ratified
their loves, and u few weeks after be-
held them happily welded; and the
festivities of that occasion will prob
ably be engrayen in the chronicles of
some country traditions when those
who gave rise to them are sleeping
peacefully in the dust. their Euoa hau