The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1894-12-29

- ILC IhO g. you O-&O --SlC dUOoeiSi,
please. understand, Godfrey, that you
are sorry now that you ever lent your
self to such a-such a d%espicable bust
ness"
That's not quite the point, dear"
He was recovering now his usual com
posture. '"Ihat's not what I'm sorry
for. I'm sorry to be found ont. ! want
ed to keep it quiet. But there's no
earthly reason Why anybody but our
selves should know. After all every
man has his hobby"
"Ge0froy, 7 won't listen to YOU
well, my dear, | can't force you to,
tan !: | belieFc if yol Would only let
ming to end you wouldn't be so much
annoyed about it. It really isn't 20 bad
as you think. Alicia is q most delight
full girl. ard it has been a recreation for
iae, you know, ana l have been siog-
Sing away So Of late, and
The door slammed. Mrs. Waterhouse
went up stairs to her room and hurried
", very hrrriedly, packed a portman-
teau. There was time to catch the mail
at Charing Cross, and she meant to get
away to BiarritZ, away from the sitting
atmosphere Of this house, away from
London. She rang fer her maid.
Parker"
Eyes, ma'am."
"The mail goes at s from Charing
Cross. | think"
1T used to so at s, ma'am," said
Parker cautiously. when we went
away, il you remember
Eyes, yes, of course. l want you to
pack a bag for yourself, ard we will
catch the mail tonight"
"Catch the mail, ma'am, tonight"
eyes, yes. Lose no time, please, and
send out for a cab"
well, l never!' murmured Parker.
Mrs. Waterhouse had some intention
Of having one fine, big, square scene
with her husband before she left, but
there was little time to spare. More
over, it occurred TO her that she could
be quite as bitter in well composed
letter to be dispatched from Biarritz as
in a hasty interview.
"Come along, Parker, she called.
"It's all very well to say come along"
muttered Parker discontentedly, but
this is a rum sort of a game. and |
don't 'alf cotton to it"
We've got 20 minutes. Tell the man
to drive carefully, but to drive very
fast"
The most CALLING thing about the
whole deplorable affair was the certain
ty that her mother would meet her at
the station with an I-told-you-so-my-
portland expression. Still there was
no one else to whom she could go, and
at any rate she could always control
mamma. She always had done SO.
Charing Cross.
THE mail, lidy?' said the porter
civilly. "The mail goes at tie fifteen.
It's later'n it use to be-"
Parker, will you get some paperso
Get Il or two for yourself, you know"
Parker, still rather inclined to be
cross, went to the bookstall. 1t half re-
stored the excellent maid tt complacent
submission to what she termed all this
ramping about to find the new number
Of 1.-The Lady's Own Chatterbox'' Oh
sale. 1t was her own particular favorite
journal.
Well get i'll now, Parker, said
Mrs. Wa1erhouse. There's 20 minutes
to wait, hut we may as we'll take our
seats. Seconds, please, porter"
They found comfortable corner seats.
For awhile they watched the stout, per-
spring ladies and the slim daughters
and the get dogs. The usually demure
Parker sniggered SO much when she
saw tive Frenchmen kiss each ether
that she dropped "The Lady's Own
'Chatterbox." Mrs. Waterhouse took it
up and held it in her hand.
II must read" she whispered to her
self. Il must do something to keep
myself from thinking. l shall faint if
/ don't divert my thoughts.
The "Lady's Own Chatterbox', Law
on her lap. She put one small foot
against the seat opposite and leaned for
ward to get the steady glare of the cleo
trio light on the page.
ANY more going on:" cried the in
spector on the platform aggressivelE.
I'VE commence this week a story by
a new writer, Walter House, entitled
'Allcla's Only Love 1t will be re-
plete. with romantic interest, and, in
short, a wonderful picture of high class
life OF the present day, with all its
faults and foibles."
Now, then," cried the inspector On
the platform in an aggrieved tone to a
belated passenger. "are you going on
there, Or are you not going on?''
Mrs. Waterhouse began to read
Chapter l was headed. 1.-The Countess ,,