The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1894-09-15

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And he told me his story. Incredible
coincidence! It was absolutely my own!
This comparison set me thinking. your
silence shows me your approval" said
Charles. l had just learned his name to
be Charles.
Not at ALL" l cried. l did not wish
to appear like a weathercock. "There
is nothing in your history which justi-
fes you in having recourse to the enc of
a rope"
Charles had begun to interest me.
Listen, my friend, you are cut of your
reason. Why should you wish to be
', Id r.o-e kindly than other men
whose sveet2earts play them false ev-
cry day
'Eut they ere not IS grossly deceived
as ! have been"
Il beg your pardon"
mo, no."
"Oh, yes"
"No."
Il know whereof l speak. And nov
you are free to make another choice-a
much better one. There are plenty of
them"
Better than she? That is not posi-
ble."
Indeed"
Her equal does not exist"
But she"-
"Oh, no"
"Ah, we'll, in the first moments, n
may have such ideas, but wait a month
and you will see"
Ny words sounded so replete with
wisdom that, little by little, l began to
find pleasure in listening to myself. l
continued:
"What good would it do you to die?
I would like you to tell me how it could
advance your interests? The woman
who deserted you has or has not a heart
If she has one"-
"Oh, but she has not"
Naturally she has not. Your death
then would only fatter her. She will
pose ever afterward as having been the
cause of a suicide. Do you wish her to
do so? And the world-what kind of
funeral grafton will it deliver over you?
1t will ask, Was he such fool as that?'
Yes, Charles, you will be justly treated
as an imbecile.
l grew eloquent. It was because I
had begun to feel that I was defending
my own cause. All that I should have
said to myself I said now to Charles
to my friend Charles, for l loved him
already, with the same affection that he
gave me in return. There was such con-
viction in my voice that Charles, yield
ing, fell into my arms.
do with me what you will" he
cried.
VERY well," l said to him, with q
sigh so profound as to reveal the empty
void in my stomach, "let us go to break
fast"
conducted him to the hotel Our
emotions increased, and our appetites
were terrible.
The table where we sat, with its
snowy linen, its sparkling candles, its
dainty viands, only added to our hun
ger.
When a thick steak with potatoes had
enveloped us in its savory odors; when,
shared between US, its vermilion juice
etdlLeu OuI hu1SCSs Wucu, d1CCA t1o AASA
mouthful, feverishly devoured, we had
swallowed a cup Of coffee, we looked
silently at each other, while our eyes
said for US:
"Ah, life is sweet"
"But suppose I had not met your
sighed Charles, his heart filled with
gratitude.
And l thought on my own part. 1.-THE
deuce! II l had not met him!"
do you know" began the young
man after another mouthful, "it was an
unheard of piece Of good luck that you
should have gone to the very spot in the
woods where l CHANGED to be-"
l said nothing.
"Ah," he exclaimed suddenly, "it
must have been some good genius who
led you there!'
My face flushed in spite of me.
"You will not believe me, I tolG
him, but l went there as you did-tt
hang myself"
"Ah, bah!"
My companion burst out laughing.
THAT is too good, he cried.
And we touched glasses. -Translatet
From the French For Romance.
The Thirteen Superstition.
The inevitable IS superstition cam.
up in a company of which l was one thu
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