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

She sat down and drew a gaudy
Oriental shawl about her shoulders
She was quite harmonious from the top
of her artistically coiTed head to her
narrow sllpper-tip. \ delicate suSges-
ton of a perfume 81 few women knew
how to Use scents was waited toward
him by each SLOW motion of her scarlet
feather fan. Voices and srbdue,i
laughter came from the other end of the
piazza, mingled with the strains OF the
waltz then in vogue. Up in the sky a
full moon was hanging and u low wind
blew from the south
1t was very pleasant. altogether So
pleasant that the city, with its hot pave
ments and It's din. its harrassing docu-
ments from pieture-dealers and its un-
paid bills, faded quite away into the
dim recesses Of Beauty Nain's' mem
ory. His monetary complications, i'll
fact, seemed to assume Il far less press
ing aspect in the propinquity of an
heiress kindly disposed.
There are certain potentialities OF
riches in the atmosphere that make
poverty. to the most indignant artist,
personal matter.
Not that Vane Stephenson directly
contemplated the possibility Of his
ever being untrue to Bell. Bell was
dear little thing and there Was world
of character hidden beneath that deli
cate beauty of hers. She was wrapped
up in her love for him also. No; he
would not wrong her But his ease
and pleasure-loving artists tempera-
ment was agreeably caressed and
stimulated by all that atmosphere of
luxury and fashion and articiality in
which the Lawtons and such as they
moved and had their being The flat
terry his talent and his personal good
looks brought him in such circles fed
his vanity delightfully."- It was in his
nature to 60 with the current. And
the current here happened to exercise
| a particularly pleasant compelling
| power.
The next day was one of those vouch-
safed occasionally to mortals that they
may kn IVY how the earth looked when
the void was young and sang with
her sister spheres" \ day of long.
rare dream Ike hours. a bright blue
n-o- ing, with a hazy veil over lakes
and mountains a droWsy noon. "a
still afternoon, spcll-bound under its
! slanting shadows; a pale moonlit even
ing. redolent with faint odors and full
of mysterious sounds, as of myriad
voices of whispering nature.
They had been off on a coaching
party and gone all day.
| When Mrs. Lawton went to her room
that night she was pensive and abb
stracted
| Don't f1irt too much with Vane
Stephenson, Rhoda," she said to her
! daughter. "Of course he's charming
fellow-in this way and all that. But
| don't push matters too far"
"Flirt with him" repeated Miss
Lawton in wide-eyed wonder.
Is, tlirt with him. Don't play
innocence. You tlirted outrageously
with him all day. If you lead him on
i'll that way he will be proposing next
And you know how your father would
approve your marrying Il poor man."
Miss Lawton made no reply. She
smiled a little behind the shielding
screen of hair the maid was letting
down over her shoulders
Miss Lawton was that not uncommon
| product of American sofia daughter
who did as she pleased
She had had a number of seasons
"out and exhausted very much of her
capacity for receiving fresh sensations
from the round of experiences her
society life afforded Nane Stephen
son was different from the style of men
with whom she came in customary con-
tact and she had fallen in love with
him. She had heard in vague sort of
way, that he had been "attentive" to
some unknown girl not in society, but
she did not hold there was any definite
engagement; Stephenson had been
rather careful about leaving her unen-
lightened on that point. do not know
whether it would have made any differ
ence with her if she had known. Her
belief was that any woman was entitled
to fellow" if she could get" him.
For her own part she did not despair of