The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1896-07-04
by Zucksp' exclaimed the writer.
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"Ratller, " admitted the colonel. "but
beauty IS something you can't most al
ways sometimes bank On, especially the
beauty Ct wc,nan's face or figure"
well, it's always good to look at,
anyhow"
'<Oe carlrsc, and sometimes it's lasting
and actual. but oftener the very pretty
woman is rot the most attractive.
"Still, there's a charm in beatty"
insisted the writer a he strained his
eyes around the me to get a farewell
view Ct the feeting vision.
"NUw. here's wlc-e l cone il with 4
story" laughed the coloncl. who always
makes lis points with 4 story. "When
/ was 4 man CT So, I vas CT occa-
sion going Down the Ohio riyCr from
Cincinnati to Louisville. ASH bassed i'll
TO tic cabin Ct the steamboat that Nas
10 carry Lie I saw two young wosacn Ct
20 and 20, say, standing G. the guards,
evidently whiting for Some enc. no
ticCd them because 7 was so pretty
that 4 man would have been reasonable
to al lis nanliness Eot TO have seen
~ b1-' VICE srtGS ~ its WIZ 4 " ~
tUl complexion, set siikcn hair and 4
figure which vas grace itself. As the
young man Of tcdav would say, she was
a 'ccrlar.' Her companion was as home
" as the other was pretty-so homely
that felt sorry that she had to carry
such a face around with her. Who or
what they we're Ihad 10 means Ct know
f1,p i.-t 1r-a- .ICl +l,@ T ,-.. 49, ~,
the same boat with them. fer the sake
Ct tic pretty girl.
Il went back to ny staterooal, and
in q fcy, moments thereafter l heard
won4oD's voices ii the cabin near ny
door. noticed then that | had Lett it
open. and as / closed 1t I saw the two
young women had the stateroom adj
joining miAe and were just entering It.
They didn't see NC, and / closed the
door, feeling clated over the idea that
as soon as possible 7 would make the
acquaintance Ct my pretty neighbor.
Then, as began 20 slick up for the COIL
quest, / heard voices i'll the next roorl.
One was sharpanl angry, the other soft
aid pleading. l could only catch an &C.
casional wC1d. hut / learned they were
sisters, and Ii Ct them Wa reading
the rio act to the other.
after awhile one CT them stepped
out Oh the guards. and, though I didn't
care t. peep cut, [ could hear her abEs-
ing everything i'll sight. She was out
side only g minute Or two, returning to
begin her TRADE inside. Inwardly I
thanked my stars that I had been thus
placed, because BY the mercst chance l
had been let into tie secrets of the dis
positions CT these two sisters, and I
wondered why it was that beauty
c0uldn carry other charms as well. At
the same time l made up my mind that
the conquest I was On the point Of max
Ing, or hoping to make, would be in
definitely postponed. As the boat pulled
cut 1 went forward to look at the city
we were leaving, and when l came into
the cabin again the supper table
stretched away down tie length Of it,
and l caught the appetizing odor Of ham
and coffee and that SORT Of thing.
II knew the captain, and he invited
me to q seat at his table, and when I
sat down, behold! my two young wora-
en- sat opposite. The captain of course
knew them, and at once presented me.
They were rather quiet at first, and
most Of the talk was carried on By the
captain and myself. I was watching the
honely girl now, because I was afraid
l would have torun up against the tenn
peg OF the pretty che, and I didn't want
to be any further disillusionized. It was
enough to simply look at her, for, by
Joye, temper O. no temper, she was a
beauty. But I was hungry, and as 1 was
getting my supper in eating shape /
stopped talking, and all at once the
tones OF the voice / had learned in my
stateroom filed the vacancy my voice
had left. was almost afraid to look
up, but l did, because it wasn't the
pretty girls voice at all. I never felt so
relieved in my life, and that night as
we sat on deck i'll the moonlight 1 told
her all about it and q lot mere"
"And was she up to her beauty in
all respects::" inquired the writer.
The finest woman I ever met" said
the colonel heartily.
"Why did you let her escape:"
"Who said ! did," laughed the colo
mel. showing the writer 4 beautiful me-
dalllon OF his wife, which he carried
with him always Wa Star.
Where splints Are Made.
Down below the Santa Fe round-