The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1894-08-18

those cOlOrless eyes ana Wasneu OUT
hair! But then he is just as kind as he
be, and I make no doubt would be
D good provider." -.
The next night when Miss Thankful
into her room she turned on both
the gas jets-an unheard of extrava-
gance. She carried q small parcel done
up in tissue paper, and before she step
ped to take off her bonnet she went over
to the bed and united the package. 1t
WAS the blue satin party bag.
Its a lot prettier than it was at the
sto.a,' she said. a4nili1.g - II WLt-s it
lay cpread out or the white cover III al
the arrogance Of assured beauty.
"TIose pink roses are lovely. Ii
silly al / can be. I know that VII
enough! That's why 1 asked Mr.. Jolcs
not to speak Of my getting it. McTbe
next summer I al have a lawn via o
little blue sprig in it. This would go
beautifully with that. l don't think
I'm too old for q lawn OF a hot day,
AID I'm just glad 1 got it-so there!"
Then she wrapped up the bag and put
it away in her trunk.
After supper Florence came up to visit
her, and Miss Thankful vas tempted to
tell her about it. But she was full Of
her own plans, and the bag was not
mentioned.
"There is to be q party tomorrow even
ing ct Mary Moor's. It's the 14th, you
know" said Florence happily. II am
going to wear my blue cloth dress. I've
worn it o lot, Miss Thankful, but moth
er says I may have a new sash. That viii
fresaen it up. But, oh, / wish, I Go
wish l could have a party bag that l
saw down in Cooper's window. Il was
a light blRe and lined with pink. Such
a beauty! l wish you had seen it.
l can't have anything but the sash,
though, and SO there is no use in wish
ing"
81 did see it," said Miss Thankful,
land it was pretty. I sorter wished for
it myself"
Florence laughed. "Oh, of course,
you would not want it, but if you had
seen it 20 years ago you might have"
she said, with the serene thoughtless-
ness of youth.
Miss Thankful grew silent.
"Mr. Jones has asked me to go to
evening service twice lately" she went
on presently.
81 think he is about the best looking
young man here, don't you, Miss Thank
full? He never talks much, but Isuppose
ha %hsr1-c a, cr,.oof Ioo1 mood RI {hir,1r
he disliked me, he stammered so when
even I spoke to him, but I guess it was
just because he didn't feel acquainted. "
And then followed a recital of Nj.
Jones' sayings.
After she had gone Miss Thankful SGT
for a long, long time in front OF tie
CRATE, with sad dreamy eyes fixed on the
fire. She was going over in her mind a
time 25 years before.
HE was nothing like Mr.. Jones, " she
said. He was good looking and SO tall,
but he was just as timid, and l acted as
careless and Indifferent as I knew how.
Girls are foolish creatures. He never
got up the courage to tell me. And then
we moved away, and that was all. No
other man ever looked at me, and !
can't say as I want them to-"
She undressed slowly. She felt old.
This looking back at ones youth has a
tendency to make n feel old if it lies
% years behind one.
When she was all ready for bed, she
opened the trunk and took out the party
bag.
She opened the door and listened.
Everything was still in the dim hall.
Florence's oom was only a few doors
away. Miss Thankful slipped noiseless-
ly along, and when she reached the
door she hung the ribbon over the knob
and as softly stole back.
She had put no card in the bag; there
was no need. Florence would know
who sent it, and then she went to bed
and to sleep.
The next morning Florence knocked
at the door almost before Miss Thank.
full was dressed and came in with q
flushed, happy face.
"Oh, Miss Thankful" she cried, 81
have had the loveliest gift! What &c
you think-that blue satin party bag!
"Of course Mr.. Jones sent it. l asked
him last night if it was sold yet, arc
he grew just as red and ~sta,nr,ered Sc.
l know why now. Mother says / may
keep it, and I wrote him a note o.
thanks this morning and put it under
his plate. That was the easiest way Of
thanking him. He is having an early
breakfast now co thauubt voulf
wait and 60 down with you this time
And she huttered about the room il
happy excitement.
Meantime Mr.. Jones was in a yer;
uncertain ond Duzzlad state of Hiss