The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1893-09-23

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kNt}J IjGI Nj In gan, u why ~
sure YOU l felt very miserable as l saw
him striding away over the fields, al
though 1 had told him to go myself.
Still l never thought he would have
taken me at my word.
"What shall l say to Aunt Maria?"
thought, as l turned my steps home
ward. This wa a very serious re1ec-
ton indeed. for it had been the dream
of Aunt Maria's existence to see me
united to Dick Johnson, the handsome
and only son of our wealthy neighbor,
Sir Henry.
Dick and 1 had played together as
children, danced together. firted to-
gether, and finally fell in love with one
another.
We were to have been married in a
month, and now l had sent him away
and told him I never wished to see him
again.
What was to be done-and oh, dear.
what should l say to Aunt Maria?
There was no help for it, however, but
to go home and explain the situation to
the best of my ability, and accordingly
home ] went.
Aunt Maria was in the drawing
room, and l stole softly in and took my
book. hoping that she would not no.
tice me. But she saw me directly and
inquired:
Where is Dick?'
HE has gone home | replied, trying
to assume an unconcerned manner, and
failing most signally in the attempt.
Gone home? Why? Did you not tell
him I expected him to dinner"
eyes"
Then why is he not coming?"
HE had an engagement" mumbled.
For goodness sake, child, speak out.
Come here. where l can see you. How
red your face is! What is the matter?o'
/ rose obediently and stood before
mt aunt, who fixed her relentless gaze
upon ne.
You have been crying" she said.
Now, Just tell me the truth at once,
Daisy. Have you and Dick quarrelled?'
YES" l faltered.
And what about. pray"
Il don't know"
You don't know This is q very
sarcastic tone.
I remained silent and fumbled for my
pocket-handkerchief
who beg an it?" pursued Aunt Maria
sternly.
Il don't know"
Have you broken off your engage
ment?"
Yes" / burst forth: Il hate him
and | will never speak to him again
Then I began to weep %copiously.
"If you are going to howl" said Aun'
Maria, with bitter irony, you had bet
ter leave the room. l shall require
full explanation tomorrow, from boil
you and Mr.. Johnson"
l fed upstairs. and did not appear
again that evening. She stormed an
expostulated, but l remained firm in IN,
resolve to return Dicks ring and pres
ents that very day.
Accordingly, 1 spent a couple o
hours in crying over them and packing
them up.
After luncheon, Aunt Maria an
nounced her intention of visiting SOM
pensioners of hers in a village abou
three miles distant. and ordered me t.
accompany her, which l prepared to d
with a very bad grace, l fear. w
walked for about half an hour withou
exchanging a word. and a more Thor
oughly ill-tempered pair of pedestrian
could hardly have been found any
where.
Our way led through some fields, and
on reaching the first gate, l noticed
mar leaning against it. AS we can
up he opened it for us, and politel
raised his hat. He looked like a ger
tleman, and was dressed in a well-ft
ting suit of blue serge. / saw that h
was a stranger, and wondered where h
came from, as strangers were rare i
our secluded part of the world.
A little further on, l looked back ar
observed that he was following us.
He overlook us before we reached tn
next gate, passed us, and opened tn
one also. again lifting his hat as W
went br
thought this rather odd, but bavin
resolved not to speak to Aunt Mar