The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1892-10-29
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sen5er To the hotel 10 inquire fol tue
passenger who had arrived there IL
coach that morning. The proprietor
sent back word that the gentleman
na1aei had died ri L ~o'clocl, Of cole.
and that tie body had been taken away
for burial in the afternoon. This new:
wa received with U~2bouuGed astoE-sh-
meat. al.3 li;,.e Sylvia burst into ter;
as She declared that size would wear
mourning as if she were Il widow.
IL was his ghost that Game here"
said the girls mother IL a tone Of awe.
but Uncle Doriyal shrugged lis shonl-
ders.
'.Do ghosts eat and drink IS he did,"
he asked. That fellow was merely
some yo1ng seaDeGr&ce who wanted u
play a tick on Us and get 9 gc0d meal
at the same time" Nevertheless TIE
ghost story vent the round Of the se-v-
ants hall. and the footncn boosted Of
having seen a spirit in broad daylight.
The tale spread until it became a Sub
ject G wonder IN boudotrs and drawing
rooms. and the fair young widow who
had never becI married wore a black
gown and veil and shed passionate tears
for the afianceJ husband whom she L4.l
seen but once.
Two weeks later she was wandering
about the garden one evening. listening
sadly to The songs of the niglting2le5.
The stars were shining brilliantly. bu:
the sight Of their beauty only served %
increase her sorrow.
ALAS she sighed, If he were but
here to stroll with me along these path
ways
As she spoke q cracking of boughs
near her made her start with ter
ror, and in another instant a man
broke through the Towering shrubs and
knelt at her feet. The stars were shin
ing to some purpose then, for by their
light she recognized the face for which
she had been longing, and in a voice
which betokened mingled joy and dread
she cried:
Then you are not dead!'
"No indeed, sweetheart" he
softly; Il am alive, and | hope to live
and love you for many a long day yet"
When the two Young people entered
the drawing room the family were play
ing backgammon. A look of amaze
ment greeted the appearance of Saint
Andre, and every one being dumfound-
ed the young baron had no difficulty in
telling MS story, which he concluded by
asking for Sylyia's hand.
The marriage took place rs soon as the
proper period Of mourning had elapsed,
and Aunt Dolarice was triumphant.
Did | not tell you he had the bearing
of a nobleman:" she cried.
"AIIs we'll that ends well. and Z baron
is as good as u grocer" said Uncle Dori-
7al.-Translated from the French by
Isabel Smithson for Romance.
A JUNETlM5 PARABLE.
With twining roses. red and White. / r.ade,
When June WIS hot, & pleasan, bower FIR shade.
A gracious place it seemed, by night or day.
Where one night wake or s.aep. give th4-Ee
or pray.
Upon it fell the dew and rose the moon;
There nlghtingaies made CAD tue nights o.
June.
But as one eve / listened to their song
Itseemed to NE my Very heart vas stung
With sharp, swift pain: wherein | searched.
and 10,
1.-the snakes with murderous eyes wound 10
and fro.
Thereon I left my bower. nor may It be
That it again in June shall shelter lie.
But when its leaves have withered one by one.
When nishtingales have fled. and pales the
sun:
When in deep SHOWS snakes may not breed G-
house.
will go back. and meath the bare rose boughs
Dream of the summer and the leaves chat made.
When June was hot, my pleasa-. place Of shade.
Philip Marstor in New York Independent.