The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1888-04-21

E-HOuSH DTOkc Ill Sl. refer,
Don't talk to me about it. Be off,
will you ont of my sight
"What, In there!' and the thief
pointed to the gates.
"Well-yes. Only make haste or
may repent my weakness.
Through the friet1y opened portals
the fair forms and pitiful faces of two
shining angels were revealed. One of
them tcnderly wiped the tears from
poor old Bri.ittes. eyes, while the
other, mlrmulng mild ard compass
sionate words. removed the rope from
Neit kratzerns neck.
''Now we are ready for you,' re-
marked St Peter to the count. turning
over leaf after leaf of the ledger, and
suddenly relEarking in Il Mortified tone:
''That looks promising. indeed.
Column after column OF debit items.
while nothing stands to your credit
absolutely nothingr'
| Ihe count began pompo1t>ly:
IL have advanced the commerce.
manufacturers and agriculture OF my
ratiye laid. | have protected and
:OmOted the arts and sciences. |
n We built churches and schools and
orphan asylums and hospitals and poor
houses and"-
''Peace. fool y cried St Peter, an
srily. ''All that is charged fast enough,
not to your credit but against you. be-
cause it was done from ambition aud
selfslness and ostentation and hypo
clisy"'
':My life's best work. continued the
count, still more proudly, '.how l
made my fatherland great and glorious
beyond all lands ON earth do not
need to mention, for | presume my
fame has long ago ascended here
s'Your fame" retorted Saint Peter,
with increasing indignation. ''has not
reached us, but the groans of dying
youths have risen to.lls fran Your bat
tie fields. and from desolate homes the
despair OF mothers and brides: and |
tell YOU. wretch. if You have nothing
better than this to urge, YOU are :. lost
man =
| The count grew still paler. and had
not IL word to say for himself.
At this moment the little boy. linge. :
ing on the threshold Of Heaven. called
out:
''Mr. Peter. Mr.. Peter
care you still there, my little man .
returned the apostle. why do you
not enter =
Instead OF replying to the question,
the little fellow said
''Mr. Peter, do you see this hum
ming top - Saint Peter returned ill
diligently, "Pray, how came it there p
"My mother laid it i'll my grave
with me- answered the child seriously
He then picked up his top, rewound
the string, and extending the toy
temptingly toward the apostle, said:
'Mr. Peter, if you will let the count
go in there with me will let you spiu
my top
''DO you know the count, child =
''Of course 1t was the count that
gave me the top"
"Ah! Tell me ow it happened,
dear boy
''Once | WAS sitting At my door eating
my bread, and hen had finished
: began to cry. just then the count
came driving along i'll Il beautiful gold
and blue coach, with four grey horses
And the carriage stopped and the conn'
said:
Are you hungry, my little boy?.'
) NO." said l, 4 have Just had III.
bread
"And the count said: Then why ar,
you crying
'.And then | said: 1 am so lonely
Father aEu mother go out to werl
early in the morning and don't com,
e home till late at night, and the chill
dren won't play with me because Al,
so Slow" Then the count said tina
: he would bring me something to pla.
with. And in little time he cam
. back with the top and we made it spin