Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1857-08-29
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LOST AND FOUNDj
OR, THE BEAUTIFUL QUADROON
A True Story Of New Orleans Life
By CHARLES wISTRRFIBLD.
LA SUNSET SCENE.


IA SUNSET SCENE.
Twas evening" balmy June evening-in
New Orleans, the gay metropolis OF the sunny
South. The red-crested waves Of the Gulf roll
ing lazily in from the setting sun, lashed the
pebbly beach in front Of the city, and rocked
the heet of vessels anchored in the ofing-a
picturesque medley of smoking steamers, cotton
laden merchantmen, fllibuster cruisers, Afri-
can slavers, and Castilian fishing smacks. In
the far distance, to the east, might be seen the
glittering mosques and minarets Of AIgiers dis
tinctly defined against the deep blue Of the still
more distant hills of 0pelousas. To the west
the watery expanse was relieved by the Candle
labra Islands, interrupting but identifying the
haZy view Of sOmniferOus Mobile. The scene,
In short, was such as to gladden. the poetic eye
AID saturate the soul with soft, sweet melan-
ehOly.
Nor were the sounds that greeted the ear less
soothing in effect than the view Of the surround
ing scenery. A sharp and melodious twang
came from the fOcks Of birds that fiocked the
blue vault abOye-the gsllinippers, a species Of
pelican peculiar to Louisiana-whilst the deep
choral roar of the alligators in the Massasip
Bayou and Lake Gretna was pleasantly relieved
BY the sharp cracking Of the rides and pistols
OF the merchants and lawyers and other deni-
zens Of the city, settling up their daily disa-
greements on POntchartrain Ridge, and after
the peculiar fashion Of the tropics The streets
of the city presented their wontod lively aspect
Here might be seen a foOt-race between Sena-
tor and a Cyprian, with cowhides and pistols
switching and pOpping-thers rough-and- tum-
bic combat between an Alderman and boot Jack
with the ladies applauding from the balconies
over yOnder ring fight between Judge and O
steamboat engineer-whilst the boys in crowds
were pelting houses with bricks and stones, In
different directions, and the dogs yelping and
scrambling about in prOmiscuOus piles
in hnr l.,
Orleans.
H.-EULALIE.
In the old Moorish quarter Of the city stood
large mansion, castle, SO To speak; with
high walls and grated windows, which repellsd
alike the inquisitive gaze of the populace, and
the occasional bullets that came whizzing along
from the neighboring ARRAYS and duels.
Within, however, all was q paradise All that
wealth could procure, or taste devise, was here
concentrated, as if by the magic Of q genii
In the center Of the tesselated courtyard
across the silvery spray Of a fountain, giving
life to the little rainbOws above, and su stenance
to the eels and pOlliwogs that wigglcd in the
marble basin below. From the surrounding
terrace grove OF tropical trees and plants dis
pensed their fragrance and shade in the most
yoiuptuous sweetness-the towering pine- apple,
the widespread magnolia, the white blossomed ed
lye-Oak and the stately lemon, with . thick
face-work Of pumpkin and cocoa-nut vines net
ung them together and dangling their golden
frult In evening breeze.
In the midst Of this luxury specially d dwelt its
soul, Eulalie-the beautiful GuadrOOn EulaIie,
slender, dark-eyed, tawny-skinned ETHEREAL
being, whose sweetness reveled halo-liks around
her Dressed in a loose oriental costume,
which revealed the exquisite contour OF her
matchless form and reclining on n cushion of
gold embroidered velvet, at the brink OF the
marble basin. the beautiful maiden amused
herself by alternately feeding and caressipp a
golden macaw, which sat perched upon one OF
her lovely shoulders, whilst with her delicately
pink mailed toes she FLASHED the water in the
basin, and sported with the polliwoys. Behind
her stood sable African girl, Of a dark black
color, tanning her in mute respectful silence
win an enormous turkey-tsil plume.
Booo " issued from between Eulalie's ru-
by-.st pearls.
her. O'A' o''f u
Has he come yet, BobO' ," asked the .eraph-
NO, missus ~ wa. the re.ponse
Then go and call that organ grinder that
near and, BobO, go to aunty at the corner,
tIa ~ S,,ns me some popcorn, candy, and bot
les, missus ?" and Bobo went
HI.-THE GAMING SALOON.
In . gorgeously gilt-mirrored and Turkey
carPeled saloon In the European quarter Of the
elty, were assembled promiscuous assemblage
Oi lawyers, judges, editors merchants pIanteTs
and preachers, deeply absorbed in the gam.
called Pharoah. The table. were musical vitb
the chlnks OF gold, and the rattling OF the ivorv
enecksj but voices there were none the rlaver.
were too much absorbed in their b,iardons
pashme TO give utterancs To their fsal;no, in
speach. AL
At one OF the tables there was but ona nl.x-
er' put 50 desperate was his game, that a large
crowd Of spectators hemmed him in. .carcs1v
less interested than himself He was a ,tont
ouiit, slnewy man, Of herculean frame and
graceful shape, Glad in the rich costume Of the
eoah- Ills face expressed the most reckless
ana determined iron will-ths glance OF his
uAlk eye never failed TO make those quail up-
Oh "nom II leila profusiOn Of disheyeled ra-
'eh locks clustered about his deeply knit brow
Shaggy moustache partly concealed the
ScorAiui curl of his lip-While a bullet hole in
oue Oi ms cheeks, and a sabre-cut over one of
ms eyes gave him look so sinister and necp.
dered. "h'is' ne shuu-
de played alone, because no one had eve,
oIs;-I .ounu " Doid enough to dispute what he
SiaAmeu as MS right, tO have whole ,.LI -
himself and well might he be resnoc,ad Sie f 70 20
was no less parsonage than Don Anton;o Al
P:onsus de In Ding Dong, the last OF tho lin.
uious line Of the Barons of Tuckipav snd ,ho
most fearful and deadly du ellist that ever LII
Change," said the keeper of the t.bIa
t1Ang up, with trembling fingers. a hsnI
Saeck winch the Don, with a muttered male.
dletion, had staked on one of the cards
Oaitin, no 20 he thundered "I 90 thu
whole hundred thousand on the lack ~ -'
4ns dealer white as sheet, dealt out tn,