The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1893-03-04

The crowd jostling past had the
bright activity and untried interest of
the morning. A stream of shoppers
vas already beginning to pour into the
stores. The street was full of cars and
carts and farm wagons.
She had driven in from the farm with
Thomas and reached the city at just
this hour many times. 1t was all famil-
lar to her in that way. They had
brought in butter and eggs or a load Of
grain, and done their shopping, or
spent the day with Matte, and driven
home in the cool Of the evening. AL
ways when she was on the street she
was watching the farm wagons in
hopes of seeing some one that came
from near the old home.
THAT looks for all the world like
Henning's wagon hitched down there
in front of that store. 1t is! Why, l
declare, it is! Those are our old horses"
AS she came nearer, one of the horses
turned his head and looked at her, and
then she was sure that she was not
mistaken. You know me. don't you?
| do believe he knew my walk she
said, as she came up 10 them. The
other horse gave a low whinny. $50
do you, don't you, old Billy? Idon't
forget you, either The horse put his
head down against her, with a quiet
rub. Il know; you want sugar. Thomas
taught you that" She put one arm
over the horses neck and patted his
face. 1T makes me more homesick
than ever to see you, and l believe you
feel about the same"
People passing looked at the little
old and smiled. and hurried on.
1t was only one of the queer sights one
sees every day on the city streets.
Mr. Henning came across the side
walk from the store door.
well, hello! Where did you drop
from?" he shouted, in surprise. The ut
ter Inconsistencies of every one and
everything else around him was on his
broad hearty face. He shook her hand
hard. well, I'd as soon thought of
finding a needle in a haystack as look
ing to meet you this way"
II saw these horses, and l had to
speak to them. They looked just like
Thomas to me-" she said, looking at
him with glistening eyes.
well, l should think they would.
long as you rid behind them with him."
"How are all the folks out our way?
Is there any news?"
II suppose you know about our old
place, don't you?"
II Know it's sold. l got the papers
yesterday" She took out her handker-
chief and wiped her eyes.
Eyes; but have you heard what
great improvements he's going to
make?'
mo-; amt seen nobody from out
there since the funeral till now"
"Why. he's going to move way the
old house and build a big new one
biggest n anywhere around, they
say"
She put out one of her hands as if to
find support 'Going to move away the
old house."
Eyes; l suppose he'll use it to make
more shed room. Itll brighten up the
old place considerable, won't ito"
Eyes, it will brighten up the old
place considerable" she repeated after
him. "Are you going out home now?"
well, in about an hour or SO. l have
some flour and things to get; then I'm
ready. Any word you'd like to send?"
II was thinking if you'd take me out
with you, I'd like to go and see the old
place again. I'd like to see it before
it's moved away"
"Why, yes. I'll be glad to take you,
and Mrs. Henning will be glad to have
you make us a visit, l know. I'll stop
around for you on my way out, shall -"
Eyes. I'll be all ready when you
come by"
It was the middle of May, and the
cherry-trees were in full bloom, and
the apple buds were pink. Que into the
spring sweetness, thrusting her poor
old heart into the past, she went, much
against Mates desire and her own
better judgment.
It had been only such a short time
since. in the happiness Of long con-
tentment, she had driven over that
same road with Thomas. And now
she was going out to the old home for
the last time. She would never go
again. Perhaps after this things
would begin to seem different, and she
would begin to be thankful. There
was so much for which she should be
thankful.
1t was a long ride. and she was very
tired. 1t was dark when they finally
came out into an opening beyond a
half-circle of woods.
Mr.. Henning pointed off across a
meadow, where a light twinkled
brightly.
Il suppose you know where You are
now?" he asked.
That's Jour house, and here's ours.