The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1895-05-11

ll11 SctANA ANY 49, ~
Il said, darling'-it was the first
time I had ever called her that, and it
almost frightened met said that
there was one thing l had not learned III
the last two years, and that was to love
Won better than I did when | first met
you. Do yea think I should have learn
cd?'
..Pec,ans, jack she dashed, eff
you had. you would have gone ahead CT
NE i'll tie eiass.
'Oh, Los ! began to say, ard then
sta1amered and Erew red i'll the f:cc. l
ccu.d feel tie blood fy along ay neck,
and NY Lands shock SO | could rot have
rut them cut to Eer if ste had asked Ine
20. had never Gpckon of loveto AVON
Il, and low ny lncXperlesce was pain
full to nc. l knew that the brave Min
could win a triumph now, bat l wa not
brave. Oh the contrary, I was a COW
ard, all lrrai;t coward, and in my fear l
slipped Gown off the rock where we had
been sitting and walked cut upon the
sand.
"Hheie are you going, Jack?' she
called to ne. Il don't like to be left
here all alone. Tn sure Charlie Veracr
wouldn't treat me like that"
That was enough to set me wild. Yer
Ger was the one fellow | dreaded, ana
he hadn't known her six months either.
I vert back to the rock and stood at the
foot CT it, just near enough to touch the
hem Of her sowl-sUcil q sweet, white
gown. with a bit of blue showing
through it as the blue sky peeps in and
cut frol1 tie fieeey white clouds.
"Do yea Ike him:' asked sullenly.
"Not any more, I guess, than You like
Matte Swami she retorted, with &
pork OF her nose and g shake of her
fluffy hair.
Then you Ike him pretty wcll,"I
said in woYse Eumor than ever, and
quite insistc1t upon nasging her all I
could.
Perhaps I Go" sic snapped, "and.
If / do, I'm sure he is a very nice fell
low"
"Not any nicer fellow than Matte
Swami is a girl" I put in as mean as I
knev how.
well, don't care she said as she
slipped off the crock and touched the sand
as lightly as a thistledown. I'm going
home, and when you get me to come
away Off down here in this lonesome
place again at this time of day, or any
other time, I think you'll know it,"
Then she started eff along the beach
toward the row Of cottages. 1t was a
mile Or more, and l thought I would
keep within call, SO I let her get some
distance ahead Of me. I poked along be-
hind, gazing out to sea and wondering
where all the beauty of the purple
shadows had gone, and why it was the
i waves looked SO cold and cruel aud
clammy. They We're the same shadows,
and the same waves. and there I was,
and-but where was Lois? Fifty yards
up the shore and hurrying along as if
she We're afraid of twilight ghosts or
other strange inhabitants of the crepus-
cular air. l looked over my shoulder
n%ervously, and all around, and sh;vered.
What it Was l don't know, but on the
instant I called to her and went after
! my call as fast as I ever ran after a
football.
"Lois, Lois!'I kept on calling, but
she gave 10 heed. Her face was set
away from me and she was going with
it rapidly. But not SO fast that I could
not catch her i'll the next so yards or so.
"Oh. Nj. Belden,' she said in a tone
Of pretty surprise as I came up pantins;
! by her side, chow you frightened me! !
had no idea you We're on the beach this
evening.
Think Of that, and still her father
having the temerity to talk about puppy
love! If that wasn't full grown mastifi
sarcasm, I'd like to know what it was.
But [ was not to be thwarted by a wo-
mans whim now, any more than I was
in the beginning.
ooh. Lois, Lois I pleaded, though
I puffed as l did sc. Don't talk Ike
that. We are not children to let a trihc
come between us and u love. You
know l love you, and knewI love you
1t was because | love you SO that | grew
wild with Jealousy when you spoke Of
Nerder. | don care a rap Of my finger
for Matte Swami, ever if You do like
Charlie Verder.
"Mr. Belden, she began very stifAy-
Call me Jack" | cried, with all nv
feeling come again. Call me Jack, as
! yon have always called me-"
Perhaps I'd better. she said coldl7.
You have acted SO childishly that M.
seems scarcely an appropriate title
You shan't talk that way to me, Lois
Tanner exclaimed as I stepped in
front Of her and blocked her path. 81
have done wrong, and l apologize hum
[ bly, for It. Now as q LADY, rn11 nan1nt