St. Landry democrat., 1889-05-04
BY JUNIUs L. HEMPsTEAD.
. Written for The american.
CHAPTER V.

z a !" -. CHAPTER V.
Reginald Flowerdew was disappointed
at dr1selda's refusal to accompany the pan J
upon her account as well as his own, for he
feared himself. No woman can under
stand the power she possesses over mar
Tor good or evil, and when we reflect upor
the influence that streams in thousand
channels all over the great, round world
OF the part her sex has played upon the
+ earth,s busy stage, from the shaping ano
moulding of en- pires to the smallest events
OF life, we cannot wonder that our hero
trembled beneath the chances that flashed
from the large, beautiful gray eyes, as
they peeped from their long silken lashes,
or felt the touch of her warm, soft hand,
that.seemed to linger just shade too long.
When the little party anchored in the
qufet bay, even the practicalists were com
PEELED to admit that it was clever, that If
the picture was very ordinary sticks and
mud, they were surely thrown together in
q very artistic manner by some person or
persons unknown
MIR. Hardell and Beulah F. withdrew
some distance from the crowd. He sat up
his easel, placed the canvas upon it, opened
the portfolio, and while the petit figure at
his side held his brushes and palette, he
rapidly sketched the background, while
the words that are only sweet for two to
9 hear passed like soft whispers between
them. ~
1t was the happiest period of the fisher
girls existence, and every moment was a
gilded age, where the rosy hued twilight
of love filled their sky with its transient
glow. Beulah could have sat forever by
his side, just as she was sitting then,
under the great spreading shade of the
grand old trees.
Mr.. Northover and Miss Odyearne are
preparing to temps the appetite of the
finny world, as they float lazily upon the
placid bosom of the bay, whose waters are
mirror to show the schools of fish that
dart here and there with graceful curve
and motion. The sport is exciting, as
they land fish after fish, only to return
Mrs. Copildike is seated upon rug, and
beaming across her face, she gazes upon
the little groups that are enjoying them
selves in their own peculiar way.
aMr. Flowerdew, owes great deal to
You for the aid you have so kindly rem
dered in entertaining my guests, for they
are the hardest ever had to please, with
tastes and opinions as wide apart as the
poles. In New York the task would be as
B easy as the simplest problem in mathe-
matics."
please to consider my services entirely
at your disposal, madam. | am sure that
am repaid a thousand times, for it is
pleasant to step out of ones self, with its
humdrum every day duties, to breathe the
air Of city life" .ls 5
Mr.. Flowerdew, would you have any
objection to my taking Beulah with me
when we return to the city2 l am very
sure the child would enjoy it immensely"
.What objections could have3 The
poor child is secluded from the world
here"
b. s.She will be no expense to you, Mr.
FIowerdew. / will only be too glad to
bring her out. We will both be proud of
her, for she will make brilliant society
woman
tAh madam, there are too many society
women now. The world has run mad upon
the question.
edo you think sof"
Eyes, we need more home ornaments,
and not so many bronze statues that are
out of place when they are removed from
the parlor. Speaking the modern languages
and playing the piano is not the acme of
human existence, neither do they supply
the poor man. home with that incompre.
hensible being that is the rudder to the
matrimonial ship of state, to either run
the vessel ashore or into the quiet waters
of peaceful harbor. Where both realize
that life is real, life is earnest
Then would not think of taking Beu-
lab from you"
Don't think me angrateful. It will be
a godsend to the child it is the dream of
her life. can only pray that she will |
have good, hard common sense, and plenty
OF it, for it is jewel above price, the bal
ance wheel of any ones existence"
The morning had flown like the wings
of time the sun was darling his meridian
rays In vain upon the group that gathered
beneath the grateful shade to enjoy the
neonday repast.
The practicalists had been silenced by
the presence OF beauty around them. They !
might deny the creative power of God, but |
they could not still the small voice that
whispered to their immortal souls, just as
it whispered in the morning of human life |
TO Neolithic man.
There was NO one to tell these savages |
of hereafter. The mere fact that they |
observed the movements of the sun, moon |
and stars did not explain to them that |
there was anything beyond. The 'sstill |
small voice" whispered to them and to
every age, savage or civilized. through |
whole races that have vanished, leaving |
not fragment of their existence to tell
that they ever lived. .Neolithic man felt |
he awe.inspir1ng presence of the power
hat taught him to bury his dead in caves
Even this did not prove to us that he be-
Iieyed in hereafter, but when we find
hat loving hands placed by the side Of the
lead weapons and food, we cannot doubt
he fact.
Mr.. Northover was prepared to admit
hat so far he had enjoyed the day to the
'nIlest extent, in which he was ably sec
,nded by Miss Odyearne, who ingeniously
nrnad NE drift of human thought from
lowers to books, and from books 70 Robert
Elsmere.
ssMr. Flowerdew, You have read the
70. YES. with great deal Of interest,
,acanse I had heard so much of il. =
ssWiIl YOU give us your opinion I 4
s.Certainly, for what II issWorth, but It
vont be the means Of enyeloping the
World In flames