New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1853-07-22

ringess but it vas not deserted Trouble
and sorr9w have /. but not despair Bertrand,
take the darling She gave her own baby 70
the young man and stopped over the Others
ch,ld NOW Lady julia, look closer and see
if IN this poor dcath-stricken little creatures
face you can trace proud Likeness Jessy, on
her death ted has conceived longing to see
the father Of her child Both will be gone soon,
and Why should not that little wish be gratiied
Would the father grudge that trouble, He took
more 10 persuade Jessy out of her hard poverty
inio his pleasure Would he he too much Of a
coward to visit this poor room. where suffering
and ghastly death have succeeded love -
Lady Julia looked to see If an answer was
expected to questions that seemed 80 abstract.
g Do not be amazed, for it is you only can
answer. Poor Jessys last toll was to finish the
gown you wear. The father Of her child is your
sJn "
1 dead silence followed this somewhat start
ing announcement, and the girl evidently took
pleasure, which Bertrand shared, in driving
home the knife. Doubly had poor Jessy's life
been sacrificed to the pleasure Of Lady Jula's
blood
The lady stopped down and kissed the child
not hastily; and then STOPPING lower she kissed
the moveless hand Of its mother
Send for him" said the girl
81 viii fetch him." said Lady Julia, rising
SCI sac the Likeness. But take this, my poor
GIRL and she tried to force her purse into the
reproacher's hand.
1t is too late"
" hope no:-skillf1l aid, and" she added,
yieldIng TO the hopeessness plainly written on
the aspect Of that cherries room, ss if not for
"iGm, AZ least for yourself and your"
| WIN passionate burst of tears the girl
LAsheA the clanklng purse upon the ground and
then Hneelng to the dying woman, whom her
griel star.led from the apathy Of death, she cast
"Forgive me, Jessy-my darling Jessv
could not help it, dear. would not ,bear that
offer to me here, by your bed. side Get better.
dear, he will come; and do not tell me that /
killed you BY my thoughtlessness
Jessy'a faint lips moved with smile that
died in coming. The girl laid her head upon
her friend, and gently sobbed.
"For Heavens sake try to calm her, said
Lady Julia to Bertrand ~ will 90 fetch him
| viii bring him myself"
She left the room with a head less proudly
| lifted than when she entered it, but thought
| her face looked far more beautiful in its down
east tears than it was confronting the public
| gaze in the great portico
| Bertrand, who is a young Frenchman, bred
| in England, told me the whole story; but there
| is little more 10 add We left Jessy to die alone
with the father of her dead child, who was hon.
orably brought back to her. And some atone
ment has been made to Anna, her friend. I
think she had the subscription meant for
g ncle Tom - many times multiplied but that
did not, truth makes me confess, rein her tongue
when she found that Jessy could no longer be
disturbed by the reproaches showered upon the
recreant lover.
must confess, too, that he boldly did his duty
in undergoing the penance, which believe few
OF those den.oralzed young Englishmen would
have the manliness to bear, and which it re-
lieved Anna's heart to inict. Also, he did his
duty in attending as inourner when We buried
Jessy But how much better il he had thought
of his pensnce before: how much better if those
well-mesning, easy going reformers, who set up
to teach us in America how to put the world to
rights at blow. would think Of the path by
which their own lu1uries reach their own dainty
selves. How many Jessies, each following the
other she perishes, it takes to clothe one Lady
Jnlia through all the seasons she enjoys.