The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1893-03-04
A LONE L WOMAN.
It Was Her Old Country Home
That She Wished For.

Mrs. Allen was ready for bed. She
put up her hand to turn out the gas,
and drew it away again and stood
looking down.
Pm getting SO / don't say my
prayers no lore. wonder what I'm
coming to?"
Her small face, framed in by her
lace-edged nightcap, was wrinkled and
old, but there was a childishness about
her small mouth and her clear blue
eyes.
II don't know what Thomas would
say. / suppose he sees me faltering
here now, with my heart all set against
God and rebellious."
She turned out the gas, and went and
stood by the window. looking out. She
could see the people passing back and
forth in the street below. An electric
car sped by with a queer buzzing noise.
Across the street were the swell fronts
of high brick houses, their small
squares of grass in front looking DULY
green in the artificial light.
There's another electric car coming.
It sounds for all the world like q
thrashing machine. I can see the
stacks, and the men on 'em. and
Thomas pitching, and the meadow be-
tween our house and Henning's-and
it's sold! | never would have thought
could have done it. Well, l couldn't
do nothing else. / couldn't live on
there alone. Seems like trying to pray
in a brick oven here. l ought Il be
thankful ] had a daughter to come to. 8"
The tears came into her eyes and rolled
down her cheeks unheeded. There's
them papers in the bureau drawer say
ing David Comings owns my place. and
! haven't any right to anywhere"
She came out from behind the cur
tains. aud dropped IN her knees by the
bed, her small body trembling with
grief. After a moment she got up and
crept into bed, and pulled the bed
clothes up around her, and buried her
face in them.
The door was opened softly, and
some one came into the room
Are you here, mother?"
"Yes, I'm here. I've gone to bed,
Matte. I'm pretty tired. l thought |
would Her voice, controlled, be-
trayed no note of unhappiness.
why, didn't know you'd gone to
bed, Edwin's gone out, and l won
adered where you were" She came
across the room and sat down on the
bed. do you want anything? What
makes you SO tired, | wonder?"
Il don't know. Nothing, l guess. 1
just wanted to get TO bed. I'm all
right"
THE boys are studying. l thought
but I'm glad you've gone to bed if you
wanted to. l wish / was in bed N.Y.
self; but I'm going to sit up till Edwin
comes and keep the boys company.
They won't study if they're not held to
It. Good night. I'll go down and let
you go to sleep" She stopped over and
kissed her mother, and then went out
and closed the door.
Mrs. Allen sat up and looked around
the dimly-lighted room with its rich
furnishings, aud at the high windows
with their softly swayiDg lace curtains.
Perhaps after Mays past / won't
mlnd it like l do. Seems as if I ought
to smell the apple blossoms through
those windows. All the noises are so
run together, and mean nothing here. :"
She lay down again, and listened
~nervously. At last the sounds in the
street grew more confused, and she
was almost asleep.
WHO is it? What are you doing?"
She started. and sat up in bed. Matte.
rs that you?"
A small face looked in at the half
opened door. Its me, grandma. Did