The Thibodaux sentinel. (Thibodaux, La.) 1905-1912, 1910-04-02
The Hearts of
Yesterday.
By Genevieve n. Boyce.

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Soft DER the fountain lingering
falls the southern moon, while o'er
the mountain" The harp accomp.
animent ceased abruptly and the
sweet, clear voice Of the singer trail
/ ed off into silence.
1t was twilight and June, and the
summer wind that floated in through
the open window seemed to breathe
of the many seas it had travelled ov-
r, the restless amethyst waves it
Id gently rippled, the countless flow
IS it had caressed, the wonderful
,rd melody it had listened to, and
lie fragrance of the pines it had
!ghtly passed through in its journey
the day-or at least SO it seemed
to the fanciful girl half lost in the
fhadows that filled the magnificent
library.
It was the last night of her girl
hood freedom; tomorrow was her
wedding day. Just across the hall the
cleaning satin and billowy lace Of
her bridal gown and the veil were
being carefully arranged for the NOR
row, but the echo Of happy laughter
and gay voices floating into the shad-
cwy room fell unheeding on the ears
Of the girl who with Wistful eyes
watched the great white moon slowly
rising beyond the church on the HILL
whose gilded cross seemed to rest
dreaming against the star-gemmed
velvet of the evening sky.
She was not thinking of the NOR.
row nor of the great house into
which she was marrying; neither was
she thinking OF Paul Huntington, tall,
dark and grand, whose bride she was
to be, but her thoughts were back in
a tiny faraWay town bordering on a
grooming sapphire sea, and with Lit.
tie boy and girl who dwelt there in
the golden long ago.
Theirs had been a beautiful child
hood; she could not remember when
she didn't know Bobby Darlington.
They had played together on the yell
lew sand in the days of mud pies and
pinafores, dig ging caves and peopling
them with ancient giants and fairies,
the delicate pink shells
that were streWn on the shore and
them into tiny castles for the
fairy queen, they said, and when the
sun in all its golden splendor shone
Iull upon the beautifully tinted shells |
hey flashed back such wonderful |
shades of rose, pearl and opal that |
he children cried in delight that the !
fairies were dancing in their pink
shelled castles.
And when the days Of babyhcod |
we're passed they were friends and /
still. Her every wish
vas law to him even in early school
lays. At her first party, because she
lad carelessly expressed a wish for
toilets, although still very early for
heir dainty little heads to appear
'bove the frozen ground, Bobby had
secured the woods for the delicate
lowers and had arrived late at the
'arty with scratched, soiled hands,
nut his basket triumphantly filled
With the beautiful purple bloom. Half
lnconsciously her hand strayed to the
toilets at her belt. They were the
hoicest blossoms of the Lyndington
but to her they could
lot be compared with the beautiful
'urp1e~ velvet violets to be found in
he Cliffhurst woods
And SO their lives intertwined from
'.hylocd babe fair to be joined for
lfe, for their affection and allegiance
o each other never wavered as the
ears flew by, and one night in the
ose garden of the Vernons Robert
arlington slipped magnificent dia-
1ond on the slender finger of the
air Helene.
But their happiness was short-lived,
Or the next day, the bank of which
lobby Carlington's father was treas
rer and the Vernons the largest de-
ositors closed its doors; unwise
peculation had brought about its
lin The shock killed Helene's faith.
r. already weakened by a long ILL
ess, and the Carlingtons left the vii -t
lge
They pledged faith to each other
n the moon-lit shore where they had {
uilt pink-shelled castles for the fair
IS and dug caves in the days of child
God, and the star-refected waves .
reaking in On the shore in gentle
pples listened to their long, last
Grewen
Many PACED letters passed between ,
ZEN at frequent intervals during the
'st months of their separation, but +
nally Helene found it necessary to !
ave Clifhurst and accept a position ;
goVerness in the Brewster mansion !
the far-away city, and with her de- =
'rture from their old home the links =
the chain Of their friendship seem 9
to weaken: Bobby's letters grew
Tort and irregular. He was not f
cling we'll, he complained In one of Q
en-; the climate was not agreeing !;
Ia him, Then they ceased aftoeeth n
Helene worried and fretted, but y
celEing no answer to her innIiifias .