New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1873-04-13
4 BROk IN LEG,

suffering:
Your letter. dear Ned, was godsend
| Fancy what fix | am in, who neve
i! had days sickness since was born. Ny
leg weighs three tons. 1t is embalmed IL
| spices and smothered in layers of fine linen
I like mummy. ! can't move. / haven
! moved for 5000 years. am OF the time G
| Pharaoh.
! lie from morning till night on lounge
! staring into the not street. Everybody Is
ont of town enioyin. themselves. Ihe
| brewn stone front houses across the street
| resemble row of particularly ugly c0thn'
| set up on end. green mould is settling
I on the names of the deceased. carved on
| the silver door-plates. Sardcnic spider
have sewed I'D the KEY holes. Al Is 81
| lence and dust and desolatiOn. interrupt
| this moment TO take d shy at Watkins
! with the second volume of CAESAR Blrot-
/ team. Missed him ] think | could bring
| him down with copy of Sainte -Beuvo or
! the Dictionaire Universal. if had it.
/ These small BaIzac books somehow don 2
quite fit my hand. But shall fetch him
| yet I've an idea Watkins is tapping the
| old gentleman's Chateau Fquem. Duph-
/ cate key of the wine cellar. ALDERMAN
/ sWarries in the front basement. Young
| Cheops upstairs. snug in his cerements.
| Watkins glides into my chamber, with that
colorlesa, hvpocrtical face of his drawn out
like s long ACCORDION. bat l know he grins
all the way down stairs and is glad nave
broken my leg. Was not my evil star Ii
the zenith when ran up to town to attend
that dinner at DelmOnicO's: didn't come
up altogether for chat. II was partly TO
| buy Frank 1.ivingstoRe's roam mare Margot.
And now shall not be able to sit in the
saddle these two months, III send che
mare down 20 you vt the Sines.-iS that the
name of the places
Old Dillon fancies thar havr something
on my mind. He drives me wild with
lemons. lemons sor q mind disc Ased !!
Nonsense. & am only as restless as the
devil under this cOntiuement-a thing J In
not used TO. Take . man Who mas never
had SD much as headache or u tOOthache
in his life. strap ons of his legs IN a section
Of waterspOut, keep him in o room ia the
city for weeks, with tho hot weather turned
on, and then expect him 20 smile and pUTr
and be happy. 1t Ii plepostegeus. can't
be cheerful or calm.
Your letter is the frs. consofing thing that
I have had since my disaster, "a week ago.
1t really eheered me up for half an hour.
Send me IL screed, Ned as often as you can,
if you love me. ANY thing will do. Write
me more about that little girl in the ham
mock. That was very pretty. all about the
Dresden china shepherdess and the pond
lily. che imagery q little mixed. perhaps,
but very pretty. didn't suppose you had
SO much sentimental furniture III your
upper story. 1t shows AOw one may be ia
miliar for years with the reception room OF
his neighbOr and never suspect what is
directly under his mansard. supposed
your loft stuffed with dry legal parchTnents,
mortgages and affidavitss you take down
package of manuscripts, and !ot there are
lyrics. and sonnets. and canzonettas. You
really have graphic descriptive touch,
Edward Delaney. and ! suspect you OF
short love tales in the magazines.
shall he bear until hear from sou
again. Tell me all about your pretty irs-
connue across the road. What is her name
Who is shet Who's her fathere Where's
her motherf Who's her loVerf You can
not imagine how this will occupy me. The
more trihing the bettero My imprisonment
has weakened me intellectually to such q
degree that I find your epistolary gifts
quite considerable / am passing into my .
second childhood. In week or two | shall
take to india rubber rings and toys Of coral
A silver cup, with an appropriate inscrip-
part in the meantime. writeS
an ORIGINAL !ssCRPTIOs.
The letter which provoked the appeal
above is the following:
81 wish I wers a novelist This old |
house. with its sanded floors and high !
wainscOts, and its narrow windows looking |
out upon a cluster of pines that turn them. !
selves into BoIian harps every time the !
wind blows. would be the place in which !
to write q summer romance. 1t should be !
a story with the OdOrS of the forest and the !
breath of the sea in it. it should be y .
navel like one of that Russian iclIoW's--
what's his tamef -Tourguenieff, Turgue. !
nef, ToOrgunitf. Turgenjewenobody knows
how TO spell hinio Il think his OVID mother
must he in some doubt about him.3 Yet
wonder if even Liza or al Alexandra
Pauloyna could stir the heart of d man who
has constant twnges in his Leg | wonder
if one of our Yankee girls OF the best type,
naughty aud spirituelle. would be OF any
comfort to you IN your present depfOrab!e
condition. Ii | thought 20, l would rush
down to the Surf House and catch one for
you: or. better stillo would find you one
over the way.
.'Picture to yourself large white house
Just across the road. nearly opposite our
1t is not a house, but mansion,
built perhaps, in the colonial period, with
extensions. and gambrel roof, and
a wide piazza on three sidts-a self-p0sses
sed. high bred piece OF architecture. with
is nose IN the air. 1t stands back from the
road and has an sbsequiOus retinue of
'ringed elms and oaks and weeping willows.
ia the morning, and oftentr in
The afternoon, when the sun was Withdrawn |
rom that part Of the mansion, e Young .
woman appears or the piazza with some
MYSTERIOUS Penelope web of Embroidery in
Ter hand, or book. There is hammock
'ver thereof pineapple fibre, it looks from
lere. A hammock is very becoming when
ne 10 eighteen and has gold hair and dark
yes, and blue illusion dress Topped up
.fter the fashion of Dresden china shep-
erdess, and Is chaMSSee like belle of the
ime OF Louis Quatorze. All the splendor
.oes into that hammock. and sways there
Ike q pond lilly in the golden AFTERNOON. |
he window in my bedroom looks down On
hat piazza~-and so do l."
The continuation Sf the tale IL wonder
ully pleasing. the sympathetic friend toll
NC the story of the house across the road {
nd its inmates. and particularly of one
fariorie Daw, with whom the sufferer. falls
iolently in love, and determines to see at
II hazards. His friend does everything
ossible TO keep him away. vaiply. IA the
blowing kilograms show:
l. To Edward Delaney:
letter received. Dillon te hanged. ]
mink ought to be on the ground. j. +.
2. To John Flemming:
Stay where you are. fOn would only
duplicate matters. Do not move until l
Oh hear from me. Ed.
j. T9 Edward Delaney:
My being at the Pines could be kept se-
ct. ! mast see her. !. E.. '
4. To John Flemming: I
Do not think of it. It would be nseIess /
w d. has locked d. in her room. Ysu I
Guild not De able to effect an interview.
T.. u.
S. To Edward Delaney:
Locked in her room Good God! That
titles the question. shall leave by the
:l5 express. IF. /
On the second Of September. i87--, as the
'wn express due at $40 left the station at q
ampton, a young man, leaning on the :