The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1893-05-27

belleVe GtherW1se; and rather than
marry hsm-I,'' standing up and speak
ing defiantly, Il would run away from
home" She walks to the door. Outside
she picks up the light fishing rod she
had laid against the side of the door on
entering. 'Good-by. Biddy. I'm going
fishing IN the river up above. If any
II asks you where I am, don't tell
them. I've made up my mind not to go
home before the first bell"
She runs lightly up the road, and is
presently out of sight. Almost as she
turns the hill, a young man in dark
gray tweed energies from the of-side of
the cabin, and goes swiftly after her.
His mind is in a tumult of curiosity, in
dignation and establishment. Has his
mother really sent'him here with a view
to marrying him to his cousin?
He knows there was an old compact
between the two branches of the fam
lily with regard to this Internal thing.
If he had had even the ~faintest linking
of it he would never have come. No
wonder the girl was annoyed. But, by
Jove, how she had gone for him. He
a been about to enter the cabin
(having been sent in search of her by
her mother, who knew very well where
she vas to be found), but, hearing his
own name. had paused. 1t was dis
graceful of him certainly, but he had
listened only for a minute or two-he
had been too surprised to move away.
His royal highness," she had called
him. He laughed at that. How clear,
how sweet, how indignant were the
beautiful tones. He did not notice the
delicate touch of brogue, having indeed
a very generous touch of it himself.
Well, he will follow her, if only to see
whether the face is as charming as the
voice.
you ought to throw it a little more
up stream. There! that's better. Ha!
you've got a bite there
Considering all things, they are now
on excellent terms, though Brian can
only hope this is his cousin Molly. She
has no idea about him at all, except
thai he is a strange young man, evil
IDENTIFY a gentleman-who had come up
to her just in time to save her cast that
had got hung up in an alder. He had
extricated it S o successfully hat she
felt quite friendly towards him after
wards, and had set him down in her
own mind as n of the young men
from the barracks at Dulrane who were
forever coming to spend a day at Lady
Blantyre's.
She has landed her trout now, and
her eyes are flashing with delight. She
| 1On1yS nm 70 frI har MAUI ,a1,c+o-a
gazing at her c%uriously.
You are wondering why l am so ex-
cited over a mere fish," says she, laugh
ing and b%lushing.
No, not that. l was only thinking
how different you look now to what
| you did when first l saw you"
"Ah! no wonder. | was in despair
about my east then"
Il saw you before that. You were
leaning on the bridge over there-look-
ing a little sad, l thought"
lone must be sad sometimes" says
she, signing. Her joy at the capture
of her trout seems to have e~vaporated.
Some people. But you-must yau?"
asks he.
"Why should l be a solitary excep-
ton? Yes, | soas sad" She signs again.
He looks SO kind, SO sympathetic, that
she longs to tell him her trouble.
II have a friend who is very I'M
happy" says she, with downcast eyes.
Carew can see at once by her confusion
that the friend is herself. She is evil
IDENTIFY going to tell him the story she
has discussed with Bridget. Beyond
doubt it is his cousin, Molly Carew.
Well, there might be a worse fate than
marriage with her. 'She-I hardly
know how to tell you about her" She
turns suddenly to him. "How would
you feel if you were told you must
marry some one you had never seen in
| your life?"
"Deuced uncomfortable says Carew,
| promptly.
well, SO does she," says Molly, re-
lapsing into dismal thought.
evil you forgive me- says he, IF /
say that | imagine the friend in this in
stance is yourself?"
you are right" says she, modify,
land to a cousin. l hate cousins-don't
your
"T'm not sure. l have only one in the
world"
"Why, that is like me- cried she.
"And a good thing. too, that l have
only one; | am certain that he is the
most detestable man on earth"
"Ah, there ] am more fortunate than
you," says he. Il know my cousin to
be the prettiest girl in the world"
'Beauty-what is beauty" says she,
disdainfully.
at has its advantages" returns he,
sententiously.
"WelI. | muSt he poinp home " cave