New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1871-08-20
On the Sea shore.

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| original source. Besides, you are a belle
and a beauty. Nobody has ever interviewed
such thing. Come, you know everybody
| and everybody knows you. Make conf
dant of men .t. 81. .74
She drew little sigh as though fearful
that nonsense might turn out 10 have some
sense IN 1t, gave me her arm, and we swept
out upon the piazza Ike a tug-boat and a
seventy four.
I'm afraid you are going to be very i'm
pudents' she said.
III am You shall stab me with your con-
tempt, and III die in your founces, a mar
tyr to TRUTH"
Then my revenge would spoilmy skirts;
don't do it,"
=" l won't. Let me live in your smiles.
Life will thus be turned from despair to
a delirium, and you shall stab all your
friends instead.p
/ looked at her sidewise. She seemed
bursting with beauty. Bodice, head dress,
face, arms, all swelled with the inner
amplitude of woman. Not an angle any
where. A ravishing odor of heliotrope stole
up from the air she touched. 1t was the
breath of beauty.
why don't you 90 to the hotel register"
she said.
Because l don't want names l have
been there. Do you know what l found!"
"Weil!"
THAT everybody left his name as he left
his baggage, for safe-keeping with the clerk,
and then without any further use for that
fact became fashion. I've been here a
week, and meet hundreds of people who
never deny their identity in sober life. Here
they have formed a compact to forget them
selves and live for an idea--tashion It's a
beautiful place, isn't ~
Lovely. in the season; but who ever
heard OF a reporter coming TO woman for
facts lr .4 -,
If we had ever heard of it it would cease
TO be piqnant. Even women have basis of
fact, suppose" r
Perhaps (languidly, as if it were an idle
thought, and s0mewha. painfully.
Tell me who the beauty is that is lean
ing against the balustrade-the one in a
white dress, looking at the moon BY
Jupiter a sweet maid.
She! Pardon my laughter; but YOU
can't toll the moon for a liIne-fght. She
goes 10 all the watering places. and her
father provides her with two Miner lights
and men to work them
What a picturesque idea.">
Isn't iti But then it's malicious 1t
isn't meant to distinguish her, but to ex-
tiHguish u.s."
''Odious egotism." .s
She has two lovers. One sends her
big Hover every morning; the other drives
her out everT afternoon in chaise. There
isn't much difference in them" -.i
Only the difference of ponies and peo-
MES. Happy fellows Il never possess anys
flowers but those of speech, and the only
pony | drive with success is a pony of
brandy"
"What a charming man." she was saving
to herself, down III her magnificent soul
. What wit, what elegance, what taste
How | should ike to crush him" But the
only sign of destruction was her royal foot
that peeped out of the billowy skirts 1t is
needless for woman to show her hand
when she shows her foot. Ii las paIpitat-
ing to set itself upon my neck. knew it.
But tell me, the Cleopatra with dia i
mOnds in her hair and Charles Reade in
her hands; she is the wife Of IA rich banker
But where is he2'
Don't you know? They've got written
cOntrct never to visit the same watering
place together. There's sensible husband
for you. Such tact. Go, nv dear. where
You please, he says, f'but do not let me
stand in the way OF your eonquests. Renew
the charming freedom of your youth which
marriage dispels. Throw yourself into the
arms of society. my love. and society, see
ing no husband near, will welcome YOU
with alacrity and with that beautiful aban-
don which you women love- -.r
And the rich banker says this to his
wife ~ "
Yes, but he means it for himself. How
can a rich banker make us costly presents
if he has wife at his elbow Do you
think we have no sense of propriety ;"
Heaven forbid the thought! But does
she enjoy it p
Very likely, though she does her hest TO
prevent our enjoying it,.
( Married ladies-and you VIII pardon my |
saying adore them with reYerential pas
sion, peculiar to their position--g0 bring
their husbands here"
do they 2" (surprisedl.
Eyes. and their children You must have |
noticed the tall, dark besr1ty in beIege, al |
ways leading the little gypsy by the hand.
There's a fat young belle there now, with |
the child, pulling ON her crepe shawl.
The little wretch is making q spectacle |
of it, My dear sir you are provincial |
The sea is no place for you. Why did you
not 90 to the mountains : What your sys- |
tenn requires is pastoral simplicity, not |
excitement. Those child |
rem are borrowed and hired.'
Ven zarfaze 4ae ,,'sa5sasas s.ssa
"But why should / O. Woman comes here |
to be adplired. / Do you blame her for |
adopting all the little RISES her-ingenuitv |
will suggest, in order to baffie hef rivals |
and attract men! If she is Young. and |
is accompanied by child, the masculine /
mind reflects that she is affectionate. |
Nothing is so admirable to the masculine
mind as affection. 1t must have its women |
and its steaks tender, ami the world moves |
Alright. Children are the pure steps that lead
to Irritation. You can stop and talk to the
child when you would not dare to address |
me- and am touched by your interest in
the infant. Nothing, believe me, is so &C
,eptable to the feminine nature as sympa-
thy. You present the child with flowers
daily, and wear them in my bosom so that
he little angel will not destroy them. Thus
3 the path of love made smooth by inno-
,ence."
At this point in the conversation bag
yard gentleman, with an umbrella under
lis arm, who had been ferceiy cycling me
or some time from q neighboring group,
holly in my ear: 81 am the foul
lend himselfp Then he stepped back on
iptoe, with his finger ON his lip, and patting
he umbrella mysteriously, he winked under
lis hat and continued: "Blood is my game.
Oamnation. sir, do you doubt me I? / will
lave reprisals, and extensions, and billiard |
ables with fish. Treinble, bastard, for by |
heavens chaos comes while the world is
backing its boots |"
| seized nv lead pencil with a reporters
instinct of self-defense, when my companion
aid:
s"Quite harmless. Poor fellow, he was
detained here by some mistake over Sun
ay, and lost bis reason. There are plenty
nore of them, only their maladys takes a
uieter form. Do you blame us for our in
ocent endeavors to save your sex from
iiocy by the milder punishment of
nnacy :"
Madam, / never blamed your sex for but
ne thing You rob US of every opportunity
0 reproach you"