The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1893-06-03

attache went off.
rs hal true?" asked the lady, smil-
ing with hat mixture of g%irlishness
and English granddaughter which was
SO new to Caleb s. Hardness.
Quite" he answered; but am not
going to tell you how"
In a few minutes they had found a
seat beneath a marvellous stand of
flowers, and she was chattering away
like a schoolgirl, while he listened and
added here and there a keen comment
or humorous suggestion.
Presently she began talking of her
self, and in natural sequence of her
husband, Of their home in England, of
his career, and her hatred of politics.
And" she said, suddenly, at the end
of it, there is my husband"
He followed the direction of her
glance and looked upon a man in Eng
fish court dress coming towards them.
"Ah." he said in a peculiar, dull
voice, this is your husband?3"
She was smiling upon the man who
approached, reckoning him to come
with her eyes, as women sometimes d 0
She turned sharply upon Hardness, her
attention caught by something in his
voice.
Yes" she answered.
darkness had risen with a clatter Of
his sword on the polished floor and
stood awaiting the introduction.
MY husband-Admiral Hardness"
The men bowed, and before they
could exchange a word a fair young
man came up.
'Phew. this is worse than Simla." he
said. Then, Offering his arm to Lady
Storrel, Alice" he continued, Il nave
discovered some ices, the most lovely
ices"
They moved away, the lady favoring
Hardness with q little nod, leaving the
two tallest men in that assembly facing
each other.
When they were gone Caleb S. Hark-
ness and Lord Storrel looked into each
others eyes.
$50" said Hardness, lapsing suddenly
into a twang, ''she waited"
The other nodded. He raised his per
lCCttN SloNCo lldIu ~ uES A1uS llC,
which he tugged pensively to either
side.
YES" ne answered, "she waited"
Then he looked round the room, and,
seeing that they We're almost alone, he
moved towards the seat just vacated by
his wife.
Come and sit down." he said, land
| will tell you a little story"
'Does she know it?!" inquired Hark.
ness, when they were seated.
No"
tThen / don't want to hear it! You'd
better keep it to yourself, l reckon"
Il should like to tell you some of 1t.
for my own sake. don't want you t,
go away Notwithstanding hat is
not the fact"
Il would rather not have the story
persisted Hardness. This American ha6
some strange notions of a bygone vir
tue called chivalry. 'Give me a few
facts-I will string them together"
Lord Storrel vas sitting forward OF
between his knees. They were rather
large hands-suggestive of manua
labor.
Suppose he said, without looking
round, that a man is in a street row il
Dublin when no one knows he is ever
in the town. Suppose the-er-Englisl
side of the question is getting battered
beast.
Suppose an innocent man is accuse
of it and the right chap is forced t.
come forward and show up under
false name-and gets five years
Suppose he escapes after three ant
a half and goes home saying that he ha'
been in America, cattle ranching-hav
ing always been a ~scapegrace and
ne'er-do-well, who never wrote HON,
when he had gone off in a huff.
Suppose he had tried all this for tn
sake ola girl, and he had carried i
through"
Caleb Hardness had discovered tina
the identity of the British plenipoten
tiary had become known to some of tn,
more curious Of the presidents guests
who We're now incoming innocentl.
around them as they sat He moved il
his chair as if to rise.
"Yes-I can suppose all that" he said
The Englishman's nerve was marvel
Gus. He saw what Hardness had see
a moment before, and over his fac
came the bland smile of an intelligen
Englishman talking naval matters wit
an American admiral.
"Of course he said, Il am at you
mercy"
81 was at yours once, so now we ar
quits, / take it."
And the two big men ros and passe
out of the room together Pearson
Monthly.
A Sympathetic Soul.