The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1871-08-26
The New Orleans Sensation.

Few OF the residents IN the lower part OF
New Orleans of late years but are familiar
with some Of the incidents We are now re.
lating. They have often seen in the twi
light ct summer evenings. = singular appa
ration. Suddenly. on the banquettc of
Music street. has appeared m old man, will,
long gray hair, aud clnal in the custumc Of
half century ago. The garments were
faded and worn, but revealed richness
which in earlier days was more fitted for .
court than an American metropolis. He
was a very tall man. though hunchback.
and but for the deformity would have been
of gigantic proportions. In the breadth of
shoulders. deep. powerful chest. and long
nervous arms. resided marvellous strength,
while the lower limbs, formed in n,aynifi.
cent strength and beauty, arrested attention
and commanded admiration wherever he an.
pcsrcd. He spoke to no one, looked at no
one. but in silent abstraction pursued his
lonely walk for inl2 The nigh. Years went
-, ~nd st : - = -issssss sAs,a,er
paused in their play to watch the rccctling
figure of the lonely ,nan. It must have
been forty years since he first came to the
city. He looked to he middlc.agcd then:
but as the years flew by the sturdy frame
remained flexible and active. but the hair
grew gray and his face was scanned with
wrinkles. He lived in little brick building
that sat back. from the street. Wild vines
crcpt over the crumbling tiles and wratl,cd
fantastic shapes on the chimney top. In
the yard beautiful flowers bloomed all the
year round. and their rich perfume made
the air sensuous and sweet. At window
shaded by trellis work. hid in the bloom
OF roses. the old man aat Of afternoons and
watched the suns decline. No one else was
ever seen in the lOuse-no one ever crossed
the threshold; and so he lived, q smileless,
sad old man. in a lonely house. But one
day. not great while since. the neighl,ors
saw that the blinds in the house were
closed. The old man had not appeared on
the street for weeks, and the grass had be
gun to grow from the chinks IT the marble
slabs at his door, and il began to bc whisp.
cred about that the old man was dead. At
last, one day. the neighbors went in (they
were poor people. but kindly and true.)
Sure enough, he was dead. He 10y pallid
and stark on. a pallet of straw. There were
a few chartered chairs about the room, and
, plain table. Only one object arrested the
rye. Near the body was rich caskct, set
in mother. Of pearl and gold. Jewels flashed
from the costly lid, and wreathcd in the
dust Of di' monds were engraved the '.Lillics
of FRANCE in coronct Of gold. They
opened the box, and there flashed in their
rycs the Bourbon d,adem. II WAS stolen
ll,a ai4s.sofshc 10th Of August. 1880, when
Charles the Tenth abdicatcd the throne Of
France in favor Of the Duke of Bordeaux.
Underneath it was manuscript, written in
French. 1t contained only these words:
Il am Charestc, the Vendcan general:
Marie Of Savoy was 10 have been my wife.
She was taken from me and given to the
Comtc d'Artois cnuld have forgiven this.
but he deserted me when mos. needed his
help and assistance. rcvenged myself and
his overthrow. and am happy since
he died in exile" This was all. Over his
life silence now draws veil His wayward
passions, his inward conflicts, none can cs
Innate. Lonely and cad he pcr;shcd in exile:
none could appreciate his injuries; let no
'nc judge too hsrshly of his life. .-Nrp
Orleans Pieayune