The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1893-06-10
THE FATE OF A FLIRT.
Her Unprincipled Actions Brought
a Deserved Reward.

Ine del1clOuS fragrance OF
flowers f1oated through the h~alf-lighted
p~arlors like "reminiscences of the sweet
south" although the matter-of-fact al
manac stolidly persisted in pointing out
December as the month, and the Their
mometer without stood uncomfortably
neal zero. But the marble vases on
either side of the fireplace were filled
with roses and heliotrope, from the
tropic warmth of Conservatives. and a
single dazzling %japonica CLEANED, like
carved pearl, among the Jetty folds of
Ella Wardlaw's hair, as she stood smil-
ing, listening to the regretful adieux OF
him whom the world called her lover.
"Good-by, Ella; l shall come again
very soon."
Miss Wardlaw's heart throbbed high.
Charles Forrest had never before called
her Ella" and she felt triulnphantly
conscious that her proud beauty and
her seductive notes had very nearly
brought him to the proposing point"
One or two more such vigorous sieges,
and the fortress would be her own.
She sank, yawning, on a sofa, as the
door closed upon her lover. and clasped
her white hands carelessly over her
head
Mrs. Charles Forrest" she repeated
to herself-''that doesn't sound so very
badly, does it? particularly as the afore-
said Mrs. Charles Forrest will step into
a brown-stone palace, a carriage and a
perfect c%arcanet of family diamonds!
Yes, | believe he is safely entrapped,
and If | play my cards as well as / can,
the matter will be settled within three
days! Heigho! this husband-huntingi is
. wearisome business, after all; and
rather hazardous. unless one is very
skillful. That reminds me-" she added,
starting suddenly up, and throwing off
her soft languor as one might lay aside
a useless garment; 81 must write to
Ralph Thornby tonight; if the love
stricken wretch should fulfill his limited
intimation of coming to see me. it
might possibly be awkward"
1t was nearly one, and the fire had
burned very low before Ella finished
the carefully-worded note and sealed it
with a fairy-like device of ~entangled
initials in pink wax.
The beautiful velvet-cheeked CO..
aquette, with her dropping eyelids and
voice attuned to the sweetest and
,softest key-one would not have
thought, as she placed hat letter on
the marble mantsl, that she knew it's
contents were meant to break the heart
of a noble and true souled man.
When Charles Forrest descended the
broad stone steps of the Wardlaw man
sion and walked along the lamp-lighted
street he felt dizzy and happy. The
sirens spell was on him-and yet some
warning, watchful pulse down deep in
his heart kept beating the old, incom-
prehensible tune: "Bewarei beware!"
He passed through the noisy tumult
of Broadway. A great hotel office
threw a blaze of light into the street.
A crowd had assembled there-the mid
night mails had just a~rrived-and For
rest mingled with the throng to hear
the heeting rumors of war which then
vexed the public mind.
Forrest! old fellow! can 1t be posi-.
BILE that this is you?"
myself, and no other. Thornby but
I thought you were safely settled in
Chicago, practicing law, instead Of"
"Instead of running wild about the
country, you were going to say. But
granted myself a temporary holiday to
-Pshaw, l can't tell you about it here;
come up to my room, and we'll have a
coy, old-fashioned chat"
The delightful little ~impromptu sup
per Of we~ll-seasoned dainties, washed
down by champagne, was over, and the
two gentlemen were smoking, when
Thornby abruptly plunged into the
subject which was uppermost in his
mind.
Charley, I'm in lover