The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1888-11-17
Love and Business.
MIR. WE'RE DE WERE PROPOSES TO MRS.
GANAtitiY AND MAKES \ MIS-
TAKE.

PRISE. Mr.. ere lie we're. How long
have YOU entertained for me the feel
ings you have just expressed" ?"
''From the first moment | ever saw
you. Mrs. Cana.gy. For the last six
weeks have been in Il state of bilious
ness and unrest. have fallen OFF six
teen and one-half pounds in weight,
and haven't had any relish for my |
food or any of the ordinary pursuits
of life. If you could only realize how
yearn-"
Despairing of conveying to the fas-
cinating and wealthy young widow
any idea of the intensity, the abandon,
the utter goneness with which he
yearned, he shook his head and for
some moments yearned in silence.
"Mr. We're de Vere,' said Mrs. Can
aggy, kindly-almost tenderly-shave
you ever tried Corkins' liver pills I"
"Talk not to me Of pills !'exclaimed
the young man, with flashing eyes,
"Can you reach the affections through
the liver7 Would you minister to a
wounded heart 10y putting mustard
plaster Oh the feet, Mrs. Canaggy ?"
The lady looked dreamily at his full
grown Waukenphast shoes, and as she
smoothed out the folds of her magniii-
cent silk dress with a chlyjeweled
hand, she murmured, softly: at
would, indeed, be Il terrible waste Of
mustard
s:Victoria Canaggy" protested Har-
old We're lie We're, rising to his feet,
and speaking with burning energy.
'I.isten. You have pictured to your
self, doubtless, in the dreams Of your
cirlhood. the kind of man to whose
keeping you would willingly surrender
the priceless treasure OF your love.
NAV not stack up exactly as the man
Of your girlish dreams. Possibly, the
late Mr.. Canaggy did not. But no
| man that ever lived could cherish for
e You a deeper or more passionate devo-
ton or would shield you from the
5 rude blasts of the world with half the
e pride and tenderness that would feel
0 if you gave me the right to be YOU
L champion. Victoria, does not YOU
o own heart plead for me p
"Mr. We're de Vere," replied the Ia
dy, evidently moved by his appeal
'par;lon me for asking the question
/ but l have known you for so short ;
IS time. and it is matter that concerns
i me deeply--are yOu a gentleman o
/ correct habits -
II can answer you truthfi,lly that
am"
s.Do YOU drink Intoxicating bever
p ages -
~ ':No, upon my HONOR
: "Do YOU attend horse races?'
"Never."
"Nor chew tobacco ?"
!. "No, no."'
j. ''Nor smoke cigars 2
"No.''
"Nor cigarettese'
g. cigarettes, Mrs. Canaggy? If thel
ha is one thing on the face o. the cart
=, | utterly detest, loathe and abominat
it is the cigarette. 1t is the quinte
-, sence Of all that is vile, execrable, an
h abhorrent. A man who would smof
O. cigarettes would steal sheep, MI
Canaggy, and the person who mani
factures or deals i'll them is Il pira
INF and double-dyed scouldrel, for who
hanging is too good"
'.Mr. We're de We're. regret to gi
,,s YOU pain, but can never be yo
wife" said the beautiful young wido
HE sadly.
"Why @. why, Mrs. Canaggy ,
~ .Because," and her voic, fell UP
his ears like the murmur OF Il dista
Ii cascade. or the weird. Sepulc'lral VI
an Of the night wind among the ghos
tile tres. tops OF November landscape
me ..uecause | am Il silent partner III
vas cigarette factory" y."-Chicago Tritu
q ANY newspaper which will try
OK" make out that man hates Il pile
Ices sham deserves to lose all its subscr
boy ers. Nothing keeps hair-oil off