The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1893-04-15
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third, mounted the high steps and au-
thoritatiyely rang the bell
1t was early spring, the air was soft,
the night still, and the sharp clang echoed
for q monen before the door was opened
by a trim waiting maid. The moonlight
revealed TO this maid a boyish looking
fellow, who held carefully in both hands
q fowerpot containing a most beautiful
azalea in the full bloom Of its pink bios
sons. The maid i~nvoluntarily smiled as
she saw the lovely flower, and the smile
was answered by an engaging one from
the yoGng IA
rs Mrs. CORTLAND at homer"
NO. sir"
Mr.. Courtlaal:"
mo, sir. They are at the theater."
An expression of disappointment cross
ed the youths face, and he hesitated as
if puzzled
Wont you step in"
After an instant's pause the man did
so. threw a comprehensive glance about
him and said. Il promised to deliver
this plant to Mrs. CORTLAND herself,
but it's Il long way up, and believe LII
leaEe.it."
He had one Of those pathetic voices in
which there is an unconscious appeal,
and this, together with his frank blue
eye and pleasant manner, created SYM
pathy for his disappointment in the
maids heart. So she received the plant
carefully from him and was about to
place it On hall chair when the man
gently interposed, Excuse me; I'd rath-
er you'd put it in a safer place"
Surely" and as the plant wa heavy
the maid went slowly down the long
hall, turning her back completely. The
man dropped a card On the chair, pushed
the door to with a loud slam, and with
astonishing agility and lightness sprang
up the staircase, disappearing before her
return.
We'll, he might ha' waited" she NUT
tered, throwing the card into the silver
%salver, and the man. who paused in the
hall above, heard her descend into the
basement.
He smiled, listened, stepped into the
dimly lighted library, passed through
two dressing rooms into the bedroom
beyond, turned up the gas slightly, and
with lightning glance TOXIN the apart
ment and its appointments. As he had
calculated. the 20 was prepared for
the night. so he ran little chance Of
being disturbed
He touched nothing until he caught
sight of a gray eoat thrown carelessly
over a chair. This he seized, thrust his
hand into the inside pocket and drew
forth with evident satisfaction a letter.
which, hastily examining, he kept. He
then replaced the coat with precision,
lowered the light. listened intently and
prepared to descend, when the click Of a
night key was heard in the lock.
The owners Of the house had returned.
A pause. Footsteps on the stairs.
Double portieres draped the doors. He
slipped between them.
Mrs. CORTLAND entered, turned up the
light and with negligent grace threw off
a long opera wrap. revealing that she
was a beautiful woman in full evening
sdress, tall, slight, blond. For a full
minute she gazed at herself reflected in
the cheval glass, then discontentedly sat
down before it and commenced unclasp-
ing the ornaments from dress and hair
and arms.
A well built man with a plain face and
fine carriage entered and stood silently
regarding her.
"Tired, Gertrudes:' Mr.. CORTLAND
asked kindly.
"No."
sSicks:"
No"
"What them"
Bored; so bored"
why not have gone 70 the operas'
Il have heard 'Lohengrin' until ]
hate it."
Gertrude" tenderly, you are no;
unhappy: You love me:"
Eyes" iniiferently.
"Then what troubles you?"
Nothing. Everything is SO tedious.
am weary Of people, weary Of clothes.
weary of myself"
And weary of mes:"
His wife did not answer. perhaps did
not hear.
Mr.. court1sal p7n1ered intently, look
ing at her curiously as she unwound a
long scarf from her throat. Suddenly he
crossed the room. and taking up the gray
coat put his hand into oneo the pockets
where is that letter.
What letter. asked his wife, startled
by the sharp tone Of his voice.
The letter ! left IN tbs pocket Of this
coat"