St. Landry democrat., 1889-04-13
REGINALD
A FISHERMAN'S LUCK.
a CURIOUS TALE OF ADVENTURE IN SOUTHWEST
LOUISIANA, THE GULF OF MEXICO AND
THE NORTH.
BY JUNIUs L. HEMPsTEAD.

BY JUN1Us L. HEMPsTEAD.
do you ever get lonesome Mr. Flower
dew you seem to be so cut off from tn,
world"
How could l get lonesome amidst sucl
scenes as these, besides my wealth of low.
is here"
what ever induced you to come, mar
that is as well fitted to enjoy the world as
yourself Z"
"The cold winters North, my wife was
consumptive, she would have been in hel
grave long ago. saw in the columns Of
newspaper an article which decided
me- moved to Lake Charles, where
worked in the sawmills.r My wifes health
steadily improved. | became tired of the
mill, and moved to my present home
used to sigh for the gay world, but have
grown to be quite philosopher, and find
that two-thirds of our wants are imaginary,
and how gracefully we can yield to the
inevitable"
Beulah and Mr.. Hardwell had wandered
from sight to explore every nook of the
bay. Her girlish fancy was more than
pleased at the artists face, that was not
handsome. There was certain air of
genius stamped upon every feature that
placed it far above the common level. She
was drawn towards him by power she
could not explainy in fact she was deeply
IN love, while he was no less pleased /;
their dispositions seemed to flow onward
in the same current of thought and opin-
zion.
The last week had changed the girl into
woman, the mysterious bridge was
md nh 10I L.
hearts .yearnings must be satisfied, her
mother noted the dawn of love, the quick
eye of affection told her that the wings of
her iedgeling were preparing for fight. :.
Mr.. Flowerdew called them, for the
hour was late, he landed them at the boat
house. and soon reached home. -
CHAPTER ".
There is destiny that shapes our ends, rough
heW them as we may
Beulah's tender affection for the lonely
old sailor was one of the brightest spots
in her life, his childishness would have
tried the patience of saint, while he
eZacted very large part of her time.
Come, Beulah, let us go home, we
have been here very long time"
Yes, Uncle Paul, we will 60, she
Family took his hand and led him through
the woods until they stood in front of the
ruined door"
est down right here, at the gangway,
and tell me If Ned leaves his hammock.
Don't let himsup, Beulah, don't let him
up"
!. call right, I'll hold him down, he shant
harm you, Uncle Paul, not when / am
around" II
The old mans face brightened as he
sat upon the ,decayed door-sill With a
look of reason upon his face he turned to-
the girl. ST.
s'Beulah, the. old man won't last long.
he has been heapof trouble to you, and
no one could have been kinder than Won
have been. There is Ned sitting in his
old place, oh BeuIah, he is closer to me.
than he has ever BEEN
She was startled ct the first resurn of
reason that she had ever observed. was
his second sight coming back to warn him
of his approaching dissolution
sCome, Uncle Paul, the ship is ready
to sail, they are waiting for the captain. r
The old sailor was undergoing some
change, whether mental or physical no
one could te1lI stayed greater part of
the time at the deserted cabin, and seemed
to be more self,reliant.
While all these events were progress
ing upon the cliff, we will peep into an
adobe outside the old wall of Santiago De
Cuba.
A single lamp is burning by the bedside,
of an old, old man. something unusual
has occurred, for notary is busily writ
ing at small table; his portfolio, and ink
horn are before him, while q priest bends
over the dying man to softly repeat the
words to the writer. Some sisters of mercy
are seated further back, while q man and
two children stand weeping in one corner.
The holy communion is administered,
and. with slight gasp, he passes away.
The burial robes are placed upon him, and
he is laid out. Three wax candles are placed
at his head, q cruciix is laid upon his lips,
q picture of the Virgin Mary hangs above
him.
A mass for the repose of the soul Of the
dead is chanted from the Cathedral, while
the spirit of the dead man passes through
the valley and shadows of death.
s.Come, Inez, do not weep, the old man
has lived goodly number OF years. be-
sides who can count the treasure he has
left us r
ewes. and laid her head upon his shoulder.
nCarlos, we have not get the money
vat Il nav be only dream of the old
mans. he had some queer notions, some
times we would think he was out of his
ssTt win make us all rich as jews, that
seamless the government relieves us OF
" .sFly Carlos, there the guards come now.
vcu should have, stayed il the mountains
where you were safe
With hurried kiss he disappeared in
he darkness, just rs q file Of soldiers
raised the latch, and entered they halted,
coIrad confnsedly around, and marched
inf as expeditiously as they came.
When the girl was alone she drew near