The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1893-10-07
rho CHANGED to be passing him at that

After relieving his feelings by the
outburst just recorded George Speed
mar quickened his pace and a few min
utes later was standing in the presence
of the fair Dollie's maternal relative,
presenting, with the most graceful and
insinuating manner he could command.
the unfortunate bird, which he relied
upon to wing him into a favorable po-
sition for laying siege to the daughters
heart.
What his success was may readily be
surmised from the fact hat when, in
response to Mrs. Pearson's invitation,
he arrived later in the evening of the
same day to dine with the family the
good lady met him at the hall and whis-
pered that Dollie was alone in the
drawing-room.
George entered the room with a
quickly beating heart. and what passed
there is best known to Dollie and him
self. but it is a significant fact that
when, half an hour later, the young
couple emerged in response to the sum-
mons of the dinner gong Dollie's cheeks
were in hue like the deep heart OF a
crimson ros and there was an ex-
tremely long silken hair clinging to
Georges manly waistcoat.
just prior to the announcement of
dinner Leopold Leverton had arrived in
a condition of pardonable anxiety as to
the result of his stratagem.
1t was doubtless very c~onsiderate of
Mrs. Pearson to keep him engaged in
contamination 18TH harcn1f ~ ordor th,f
the privacy of the more fortunate gen.
tleman. who had come to WOO, might be
uninvaded. but he was extremely per-
picked and chagrined that Mrs. Pear
| son made no reference to the superb
turkey.
You will stay and take dinner with
us, Nh. Leverton." She said, still with
out mentioning his gift. 1t wa passing
strange.
THANK you" he responded musiugly.
Then a terrible fear took possession
| of his heart. Had the dealer forgotten
or omitted to send the bird? He could
bear the suspense no longer.
turkey this afternoon, Mrs. Pearson?"
he Stammered.
"Yes, indeed, and a fine one it is. All.
there is the gong. Come, Mr.. Lever
ton"
At that moment Speedman entered
the dining-room with Dolly leaning
upon his arm.
Mrs. Pearson-Mr. Pearson-con-
graduate me. Dollie has promi sed to
be my wife"
1t was George who spoke, with spark
ling eyes and triumphant tone. Leopold
,ould scarcely believe his ears.
WHAT" he cried, while Dollie hung
her head and blushed bewitchingly.
Eyes. May l congratulate you on
having resumed your engagement with
Miss Gray?!" answered George, seating
himself beside Dollie.
"Wha-what do you mean?" STAN.
mered Poly, hopelessly b~ewildered.
"Oh, nothing. Only l thought as you
were sending them a turkey you must
have"
1t was now Georges turn to look sur
prised.
Il don't understand. There's some
mistake. 1 ordered one to be sent here,
hoping Mrs. Pearson would accept"
1.-THE one | saw was addressed to H."
interrupted George, thinking he began
to see light.
eyes. This is II: l noticed the num-
Der on the garden gate as l passed this
morning"
NO" chimed in Mr.. Pearson, "this
is III. noticed the other day that the
first figure was almost washed out. We
must have it reprinted"
''Then my turkey has gone wrong!"
exclaimed Leopold II must see about
it."
He was. as has been previously re-
marked, an impetuous young man, and
before the others could recover from
their surprise he was hurrying down
the road.
"Who lives at ZIP" asked Mr.. Pear
son, after a short interval of silence.
THE Grays,' answered George
promptly. Moved in last week"
Had Leverton stayed one minute to
reflect on Speedman's words it is prob
able hat he would have sacrificed a
dozen turkeys rather than risk meeting
the wrathful pater of his discarded lady
love, but SO bewildered was he that the
possibility of such a contretemps never
entered his mind.
The advent of the fateful fowl, with
Leverton's note attached, in the Gray
household had caused almost as much
bewilderment in that household during
the afternoon as Leopold was himself
experiencing at that momont.
Mrs. Gray unpinned the scrap of pa,
per and read it.
"Why, Laura, Laura" she cried, run
ming up to the room where her daugh'
ter was dressing for a walk. 'Mr