The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1890-11-01
0ke Thihodaux Sentinel,
SATURDAY., NOV. l, 1890.


Special Correspondence to the Picayune.
In july last Mrs. Martha Dubois, a
widow, came to this city from Bridge
port, CT, and settled in q neat and
cozy home in Harlem with der daugh-
ter Minnie. a charming and talented
girl of 10. Mrs. Dubois belongs to a
well-known Bridgeport family and
Miss Minnie was quite Il belle there.
She made the acquaintance OF Francois
Alexander, Il bo"kkeeper ia n of the
Bridgeport factories, and became en-
gagged to him. He was a handsome fell
low of "A. we'll educated aud IL fine
musician. and lie proved a devoted
lover. His tiancee understood that he
was from New Orleans and that he had
in addition to his salary an income
from property left him by his grand
father.
moved to New York Alexander spent
every SUNDAY with his h%ctrothcd, and
finally their wedding was fixed for to-
day. Two weeks ago. he left suddenly
for New Orleans, SAYING that business
of importauce called him there. but lie
would surely he back in time for the
wedding, preparations for which were
continued ~ni.ltout interruption. Yes
ter.lay. while imlatieltlA awaiting her
lover, Miss dubois received a letter
from him postniarkcd Batap Rouge.
The letter continued IL history of his
life. 1t told how he had been reared
in luxury. with every wish sratitied
by a W"Ul father. | always Supposed,
he wrote, tlat my mother died when
was an infant. Lately some cid let
tiers otmy fathers irlI into my hands,
and in tltcm | found some mysterious
hints regarding my rarentage-hints
that Led me to suspect my MHiattu
nurse, Il tprmer slave of my father,
was really my mother. You know
how tie faint If nrgr" blood in my
viena. ii Known. w.lld affect my social
%standif,t, especially III the south. and
it was fear If this that caused the de
spendency you noticed when we were
last ton. thcr. could not believe it
and l. pei that ii would prove false,
but cuu.3 nj marry y"u while there
was any doubt. s., after writing in
vain, | came back here to my old
home. Oh, God, that | had not, for
now | ca1Inut WRONG You, although my
hap H. -. ny love, is wrecked fur-
ever. My suspicious have been vcri-
fed. Ny foster mother is still livil :
and has acknowledged that lam her
child and shown ne Il record OF my
birth. II, confession is cor oborattd
by cVltehc" from other sources that
admits ofHo dn&lf. The faint ofhlood
is forever a bar between us. So, my
lost loved one, gnod-iye. You know
the horrible truth. could have con
cealed it. rs il has so long been kept
secret, but | love You too much for
that. | must leave you. Forgive and
forget yonr unhappy Francois.
Miss Dubois was naturally over
whelmcd when this painful intelligence
reached her, but happily she is Il girl
of sense as we'll as of spirit. She
promptly tclegraphed to Alexander to
come and see her without delay. ]
admire his high honor, she says, but
my affection for him is in no way
changed. love him and care nothing
whatever for the revelations in his let
ter.
1t may be too dreadful for anything
from the social standpoint, but if Miss
Dubois has her way she is very likely
to be Mrs. Francois Alexander yet.