The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1895-06-15

that life Of no consequence to you? Can
you see her die and keep back what
might save her lifey'
Yes"
"Then you are committing murder"
The nurse 8 eyes We're fixed OF the fire.
She seemed to be seeking guidance from
the flames. At last her courage failed
her, aud in distress she cried:
."Oh, heaven! What shall 1 do? I dare
not"
The doctor moved up to her.
Nurse" said he, "one thing you
must Go. You must tell me what you
know. If you do not, your life will be
made hideous and unbearable by the
memory of tonight. Cannot you trust
me? You know she looks upon me as a
friend. The secret, if secret there be,
is as safe with me al with you. You
must tell me. What did she mean by
Linley? Is it a mans name?:''
Yes"
The doctor glanced involuntarily at
the bed. No, she could not hear: he
need not have lowered his voice.
"Her lover:'
yes"
The clock struck, and the woman ON
the bed was II step nearer the un-
known.
lis this an old affair? I mean is it in
the past?"
"No."
The doctor sighed. He had brought
the woman into the world, and he loved
her as his wv child.
What are we to do, SIR"
What indeed, nurse?''
He rose and paced the room in his
perplexity.
Linley! Who vas he? Pshaw! what
did it matter? The woman would most
surely die unless she could he reused
from her lethargy-this Linley might
do 1t, for he was in her mind. He must
be sent for if her life was to be saved.
Her life! What would it be worth after
that: Better death hal dishonor. Let
her goodwin to the grave leaving a spot
less name, let her mother sorrow for
her, let her child treasure the
of a good mother, let her husband mourn
the loss of his faithful wife. Aye, let
her die. Yet dare he take this RESPONSE
bility upon himself? He could save her.
OF this he was confident. What had he
to do with others? Saving life was his
business. She must be saved. This Lin
ley, whoever he Was. must be sent for.
and at once.
Nurse, we must send for him."
Ruf tho nr1rco np1v Chnol- ln, Lool
Cor she will de-
Better SO, sir
And the doctor wavered.
Better SO; aye, better SO indeed. The
price IS too great to pay, V for life,
a life OF agony and dishonor. To be held
In scorn by those who admired her be-
fore. To be scoffed at by those whose at
tentions she had not deigned to accept.
To lose her mother, husband and child
at one blow. and gain-what? No, a
thousand times, no. Let her die"
The doctor wiped great drops of agony
from his brow as he signed her death
warrant.
You are right, nurse. 1t is best she
should die"
sbASV iAAIoSA lHtO d ClldII. iuH
the nurse took his place at the bedside.
Doctor, she called out at length.
He stood beside her and noted the
change.
Call them, nurse. She will not live
the hour out"
Again they stood by the side of the
woman, speeches. with grief. How
beautiful she looked! How utterly love-
~! Oh, the pity of it she must die, SO
young and 8 loved! Oh, the irony that
love which should have chained her to
life had been her doom.
The clock struck once again. The Wis
ltor was come, and the woman breathed
her last i'll her husbands arms.
- ~
sLinley! L~inley." muttered the doc
tor on his way home. Il wonder who he |
is. | should like to let him know his
villainy is known, to thrash the life out
of the %scoundrel, to break every bone in
his body. Linley, Linley. Nurse will
have to tell me who he is
But the nurse kept her secret and did
not tell him.
For it was the doctors own SON.
Good Company.