The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1893-07-15

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Mr.. Bester pulled his waistcoat down
and coughed slightly and said that he
didn't know as a drop of whisky would
do him any particular harm. At any
rate, he said (he said this with the air OF
a man prepared for any experiment in
the interest Of science) he'd try.
Sir Robert ordered a large whisky
and gave instructions that he was to be
told when Lady Lisburn left the hotel.
I'VE need not hurry until that hap
pens" said Sir Robert. He explained to
Mr.. Bester what was required.
There was to be no fuss, insisted Sir
Robert, and no interference. III THAI
Bester had to do was 10 follow La:
Lisburn. and if size was IL any dauatr
to wire Sir Robert at once and hlMscl:
take such steps as he might think were
necessary.
That's the way" said Mr.. Bester.
with appreciation; take things calmly
Much better in the long run. | ought
to know. I've been at it in the yard
and out of the yard 30 year come next
February"
Il suppose you have had some inter-
esting cases to deal with" remarked Sir
Robert politely.
Mr.. Bester stood up and looked at
himself in the mirror for a moment and
then sat down again heavily.
The most interesting" he said, 'are
them that nobody don't deal with"
Nv Pastor took another, Gin from bic
tumbler and essayed to rest one knee on
the other, but found the position for a
gentleman of his rotundity uncomfort-
and relinquished the endeavor.
Look here. Sir Robert, said Mr.. Bes-
ter, 'here's a case in point. Just what
you may call a little incident: Look
here. This" taking d wax match from
the box and sticking it upright on the
table)-''thisis Mr.. BERTHE Peterborough,
and this" (taking another and sticking it
upright)-'.this is Miss-Miss Whatsher-
name. Reilly, l forgit the name. How
ever, that don't matter"
The door opened softly. but neither Of
the men noticed it.
Very well then. Few years ago Mr..
Bertie marlborough that's this one)
knows Miss Whatshername chats this
one), and she loves him and writes him
warm. rapturous letters-letters that she
would be ashamed now to read, or for
anybody else to read. Still. a good girl,
mind you. Mr.. BERTHE comes up town,
forgets her. goes to bad, slips himself
off to America and gets worse and
worse. He becomes hard up, and what
does he do then but blackmail Miss
Whatshername.
Damned scoundrel!" exclaimed Sir
Robert heartily.
"Blackmails her. l happens to go
out to trace a chap. and l meets Mis-
ter BERTHE in a bar, and he tells me all
about it."
Ought to be hanged.' remarked Sir
Robert.
But that isn't the worst. / tells him
for a lark that I'm a bit of a scamp my
self and brags a bit, and then Mr.. Ber-
tie goes one better and assures me that
he burned those letters long ago, and he
was only pretending he'd still got them.
That beats anything, don't it? There's
a scamp for you. Making a regular in
come out of it too"
Girl married, l wonder::'
SOL understand" said Mr.. Bester.
Poor girl" said Sir Robert. Wonder
who her husband Isl"
"Sir Robert" said a voice. They had
not turned ON the light, and the room
was growing dark.
My love-" he said.
'They told me you wanted to see me-"
said Lady Lisburn, land, my dear, I'm
I'm not going. couldnot have known
what | was talking about just now"
My dear heart" exclaimed Sir Rob-
ert delightedly, tell me what it was
that was worrying you?"
why, absolutely nothing" answered
his wife decidedly. There was no ex-.
cuse for it."
They took each others hands.
Shall l look in again. Sir Robert"
SAID Mr.. Bester respectfully. He had
been standing aside and pretending, with
excellent savoir faire. to look out of the
window.
"Oh, l beg your pardon, Bester," said
Sir Robert. No, you needn't look in
again. I'll send your people a check for
your trouble. st. James Gazette.
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