The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1895-03-30

End has only TO lift the latch to let
then, in. You would deny the very pulse
Of human nature wheL you ignore these
evils. You would forswear the very
weaknesses which have composed for
you your sentiments.
In the excitement Of her retort Mi
randa's face flushed anG grew bright.
Wide eyed the young man stared at her
and forgot to laugh, and when she had
done his head dropped, and he sighed.
'Ah.' she said. you sigh. You
yourself have felt and suffered. You
have belied Yourself. You sigh. There
are facts IL lie esGa for sighs."
Ills true,' he answered softly,
yet ! sighed fer pleasure"
What p~leasnre?' she asked curl
o1sly
scr it may be iope," he added.
He looked at her. and his gaze was
mild and wistful. She regarded him in
p~erploxity, and then a wild flush took
her in the cheek and throat.
Pooh, poobi' she cried, and turned
off, p!uc.ing at the hawthorn bush. The
white may smelled rank, but strange
and soothing. The petals shivered and
foil. Miranda's heart beat on, wonder
ing. Something clapped at its doors
again and again. Would she open?
What was this impatient visitor that
pleaded go for entrance? She had so lit
tie knowledge.. She was but newly ar
rived upon the world. Her emotions
were still strangers to her. She was a
pilgrim still among her new sensations.
Ought she to open? Nay, to stay SO and
woIder was surely pleasantest. One day
she would throw vide the doors and
look. But now it was sweet to feel that
hand upon the knocker, that clutching
at tho latch. and lie trembling within
N feisned insecurity. She turned and
faced him. Straightway the cla,nor
ceased, and in her heart was silence.
She looked him coldly in the face.
"You smile for lover" she asked.
Yes, DEAR" said be, land for the
thought of you.
"Oh, you take me too lightly, she
broke out. You do not guess what a
solemn thing this love may be. You
hutter into a thousand follies on the
scantest reflection. You Will dance, and
You will play, and You will Jingle jangie
through your holiday world without a
thought for anything but ]pirouettes and
ligs and whirligigs Of laughter. Tho
most sonorous of sacred sorrows may
sound in your ears, and wake no echo
hut a jape within your heart. And you
would put me upon that dead plane Of
ribald merriment with yourself? I will
laugh with you. Yes. I will 60 beg Of
yoa for lests in my jocund seasons. I
am willing to shrek over your whim-
sicalities at my own pleasure. In my
serene unthinking moments l will be
content to exchange humors with you,
and to VOW that life were more than
void and dull were not such as you at
my beck. But when have opened my
chamber and fastened the door upon
myself my soul and l shall be alone to-
gether, and l Will weep and pity and
repent and ache out my heart with sor-
rows in which you can have no lot. /
am young, but | have an inkling Of
what the world may mean"
1.-The world, said he, "means hap
piness.
1.-The world" she retorted, "neans
tears and bitter wringing of the hands.
Have l not heard Of death? And have /
not seen pain: You think me gay, yet
how long shall I keep this gayety in my
hearth l go round upon the wheel. 1t
turns and changes. What shall beta
tomorrow that l should not weep today?
You would pluck me with no greater
consideration than you would pick a
flower from its stalk wherewith to deck
your coat. Shonld it wither or fall
adjust, another will serve until the COM
ing of the wine. Look you, you will
sigh and weep fer love, and your signs
will be smiles, and your tears will be
laughter. Fortnight your heart is
singing like a larE. Yours! Yours is the
shallowest of paltry passions.
Il would do much for you" said he.
Give up your dimples,' cried Mi
raoda, and SO TO the churchyard with
a wry face:'
Even that" be answered, nodding.
'Pah!" said she, "you will not con-
tain your face luguhriously for five mill
utes by the clock. Though you shall re-
member to be sober for two sentences,
1t the third you will be whistling, and
the fourth will find you holding your
SIDES
He moved a step tow ard her.
And if / should die for you":' he
asked pleadingly.
Miranda gaspe6. She contemplated
his face with uncertainty. His eyes
shore with the dew Of tears. His hants