The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1896-05-02
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at two bits the drink was supplanted by
the cultivation Of the finer instincts.
Nor was the Rev. Melchiscdec Bell
wether backward i'll suggesting 1nc
means Of furtEerinS the general pres
perity. III his mid, benevolent El"ln"-
be explained Il tho mayor tl.at the cary
was suffering rom d iack CT a clrcCf.tt-
iaC medium. r. his humble way he had
some kunwleGce Of financial Mctlcts,
snd suso4stce. F. ris. 10 relieve TIE
s~,r!rcencv. IA the Business world. TIE
transfer If goods anal properties wac
ut always accomplished with tie *
fuui casa. lies ,f laGd or rr0n!ssorJ
no;ei tcu.ci largely ani Iicintatod
Business. Ia fict, he liat: rs1tl thcll "
, cusicHaiiy himself with gratifying re-
sui,s.
Till remarkably simple plan was At
0H>a adopted. aEd is success was scc!a
SIS Tho i!ca5 s.ncuiuo enthusiast coaid
rot have dreamed q. Town lots We're
boccht and sold with incredible rapid
ity. Los. blocks, additions. changed
/, hands with the agility of shattlecucks.
windy Eli. was buried under the shower
CT NrolaiSscrv notes that daily ralaed
upon klna. The Czcne published column
after co!u.un &C transfers. the sum total
OF which E;ade TIE n~eiehboring towns
CT T-i;s Ego aatd Yellow Deg turD greer
with eavy-a state Of ninu further az
graratea wheu the same eIte-prisirc
~ionaua! ho sst1nc'v published Q society
column. with mysterious hints Of q
Eou Hundred.
The necessary six months drew only
too Suddenly I'd g close. Poor Bill; his
wealth and prosperity had evidently
conle at last. hnt did not bring the hap
piness he had anticipated. The beautiful
eyes of Mrs. De SInythe haunted his
sleepless nights and gazed from behind
his sheaves Of promissory notes. The
regret and sorrow over her departure
were general, and the lady herself was
desola:e. Nothing but important family
affairs could induce her to 60, and Bill
was cheered at the delicate hint of an
early return.
She only requested one favor: Would
Mr.. Sweet lend her that beautiful map?
She wanted a copy made, as a souvenir
OF the happy days. 1t is needless to say
that it was Immediately placed in her
hand.
The Rev. Mr. Bell aether called him
to one side and still further expounded
the mysteries of finance. He suggested
that now, as values were fixed, it would
be we'll to place the lots on the outside
market. Capitalists would eagerly grasp
at property that proved itself subject 70
such rapid and violent advances. If Or.
Sweet would intrIst to his care the deed
O. the town site, as evidence of secure
title. he wonld call the attention ct his
wealthy friends TO the sane.
Bill was overwhelmed with this kind
! ofer. The deed Of the l60 acres secured
from a drunken old soldier {and never
paid for) WAS quickly transferred to the
ministerial grip. Visions of increased
wealth and power danced before the
founders ~eyes-vis;ons IL which the
central figures We're the starry eyes Of
Evelyn De Smythe.
i hurried trip to the adjoining coun-
try town and, with the documents sever
ing all previous matrimonial contracts
safely II their possession. the strangers
went their way. Little BY little the
squalld little town drifted back into the
old ways. The wretched buildings grew
a little more shabby and desolate. The
sheriff came and carried away the para
phernalia of The Weekly Ozone. The
editor followed, concealed among the
wheels of the first freight train. Bill
wandered about in afever of discomfort.
daily growing more morose and shabby.
The long savage winter was drawing
to a close, and the gray April twilight
was settling over the shabby cluster of
buildings. when one evening a brisk
little man stepped from the train, and
with q disappearing look at the forlorn
aspect, stepped quickly over to Bills
Office.
I'm Mr.. Skinum of the prominent
legal firm Of Holdom & Skinum," he
said as he hustled in with an important
air. "Our clients, Messrs. Bond &
Chattels, the st. Louis real estate peo-
pie, have instructed us to take formal
possession of the property"
Property" said Bill, with a Devil
dered air. "What property"
why, the town site of Sweet Home
this town." replied Mr.. Skinum.
"This town. repeated Bill blank,y.
why, certainly. They purchased it
from the Rev. MI. Bellwether some
weeks ago. We have examined the title
and find it 0. K. 1t is already recorded. |
Here is the abstract" And the LAWYER |
drew a legal document from his pocket.
Bill was in a dream. He could not |
understand.