The Louisianian. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1870-1871, 1871-01-01
and kissed her b1ushing face.


and kissed her b1ushing face.
"You will consent, we will go to fushel
Henry, eagerly questioned Justine.
Eyes darling, the slaves arms hav'
encircled you! the slaves kisses have pol
luted your lips, it is too late now to thinl
OF parting. Come. it is getting dark; and
we can visit the Priest, without beins sub.
jected to the annoyance of being inter.
rupted by other visitors, while we sppeal
to father Henry's christian sympsthiss
and aid. Come darling, God alona- will
witness our nuptial vows" And St Leon
and Justine left the library, and hastened
IN the direction of the residence of the
Priest.
"Ha ha." laughed Paul Deveresux,
as he came from behind the heavy da-
mask curtains Of the deep bay window,
where he had been a listener, to st. Leon
and Justine's conversation.
Ha! ha! 80 that's, the game ia it.
So the old leaven works! base blood
speaks for itself, else Justine could not
forget she is Devereaux. and become
the mistress Of Siare, for she of course
knows, she cannot be his wife. Well. l
Will follow them to the priest, and sec the
farce out; then will have the overseer
give this upstart dog fifty lashes, and to-
morrow, he shall be put up at the slave
auction in New Orleans. As to our dear
Justine, l will tell her my little secret, and
she will only be too glad to marry Louis
and thus escape worse fate. Well, l
must hasten upon the scene, and become
the unwelconle guest at the wedding, ''and
Paul Devereaux hastened out of the
house. and in the direction his sister and
st Leon had gone. Paul arrived at the
Priests just as lie was giving his blessing
to the knecling couple before him. Will,
wild cry OF alarm, Justine sprang to her
feet, when she bebeld themocking fiendish
face of Pau pcering in upon them, then
she turned and chung heipioxsly tn St.
Icons arm.
St Leon clasped the girl in his arms,
and quietly met the nlockinS glance of
his master.
Master Paul you have taken us by
surprise, and found out our secret little
while before l intended you should.
l know the secret of Justine's life. or
else, all perfect as she is, could not love
her, L could not love one of purely Cau- |
casian descent, Listen Justine, from nv
lips shall You learn what Paul Devereaux
would tell you; your father NJ. Dev
ereaux was white man, but your mother
was OF my race. and his Sars. n. Deve-
reaux met her Ill New Orleans, and paid
in gold for her, and she became his wife. |
No one ever knew the beautiful creole
Madame Devereaux, was not o
white wOman-not even master Paul. |
On your fathers death bed, he confided
the secret to his son, and he made him |
'wear,to give you. half his estate, and told |
nim whore your manumission papers, his
hild*. fre aprs Were the frail pcrishallr
parchment, tnat alone spared his child n
ife of degradation. and bondage; l was
behind the curtains of the bed.
heard all, nay more-I saw the sinister
purpose in yoW face;you intended to des-
roy that paper,nnd sell your faiherschild.
Jnobseryed loft tho room, and went and
ound the paper which ensured to my
lear little Justine, more than lite-free-
lom and honor-and l placed it in safe
lands, where it has over since remained
lour search for it was fruitless. In tho
light of God, Justine is my wife, I am
our sla~, do your worst" and St Leon
owed over the silken curls of Justines
cad, which lay upon his breast.
No pen can paint, or record, the rage
nd the fierce torrent of vile epithets.
eaped upon the heads of St Leon and
astine, by Paul Devereaux. Finally be
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