New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1874-09-27

tend her, for / see no help for her. The
| other one laughed and left him. He stopped
i'll the door right across the street. All, my
child. do you blush! Is that something to
| bring the rose to your cheek! Many fine
gentlemen at the ball ask me often, How
is your daughter. Madame John!"
The daughters face was thrown into the
mothers lap, not 80 we'll satisfied now with
Gods handiwOrk. All, how she went )!
Sob, sob, sob; gasps and signs and stitied
| CALCULATIONS, her small right hand c!enched
| and beating on her mothers knee; and :he
| mother weeping over her.
Krisrian koppig shu: his window. No
thing but generous heart and Dutch
| mans phlegm could have done so at that
moment. And even thou. kristian kep.
pig for the window closed very slowly.
He wrote to his mother thus:
''In this wicked city see none 80 fair
! as the poor girl who lives opposite me, and
who, alas: though SO fair. is one of those
whom the faint Of caste has cursed. She
lives lonely innocent life in the mids: OF
corruption. like the lilies l find here in the
marshes. and have great pity for her.
| God defend her. said tonight to fellow
clerk, L see no help FOR her. know there
is a natural. and | think proper. horror Of
mixed blood lexcuse the mention. sweet
motEer|. and ! feel it. too: AID ye, ii she
were in Holland to day. not one OF hum
bred suisoys would detec. the hidden bien.
Ash"
Thus this young man went on trying 20
demonstrate the utter ;mpossibil;ty OF his
ever loving the iovable unfortunate. until
the midnight tol!iny Of the cathedca. clock
sent him to bed.
About the same hour Zalli and lite
Poulette were kissing good night.
"'Tite Poulette. ! want you 10 promise
me one thing
e.Well Maman"
''It any gentleman should ever love vol;
and ask you to marry-nor knowing. You
know-promise me you will not :e!i lin
you are not white
ut can never be-" said 'Tite Poulette.
''But il it should said Madame John
pleadingly.
And break the law asked Tite Pou'
.'Bu, .he law j. unjust" said the mother.
'But i: IS the law
''But you will not. iearie, will you -
Il would surely tell him. said tie
daughter.
Wien Zal,i. for some cause. went mex.
morning 20 the window, she started.
'''Tite Pouiette :'-she called softly with.
out moving. The daughter came. Tie
young man, whose idea Of propr!ety had
ac:uated him to this display. was sitting in
the dormes window. reading. Mother and
daughter bent steady gaze at each other.
1t mean: in French, III he saw US last
night ="
"Ah: DEAR" said the mother, her face
beaming with fun, -
what can it be, Maman!'
''He speaks-oh: ha. ha BE speaks
such miserable French
Il came to pass one morning a. earl;
dawn that Zalii and lite POuiette. gong %
mass. passed a cafe. JUST as-wkO should
be coming out but Monsieur, the manager
Of the Sale de Condo. He had no: We.
gone 20 bed. Monsieur was as:on:shed.
He had Frenehman's eye for the beauti.
full. and certainly there the heau:ifu. was.
He had heard Ut Madame Johns daughter
and mad hoped once to see her, bu: GiG no,;
but could this be She
They disappeared within the cathedral.
sudden pang Of piety moved him: he 10Y
lowed. 'Tite Poule.te was already kneel-
ing in the aisle Zail;. still! il the :es:i.
bule. was JUS: taking he: hand from the
font o. molly water.
MADAME John" whispered the manager.
madame John. :ha. young :ai:-is she
yOur daughter!'
''She--she-is my daughter" ea:d Za,..i.
with somewhat OF alarm IN her face, which
the manager misinterpreted.
Il think not. Madame John" He shook
his head. smiling as one TOO wise ,c he
fooled.
'Yes. Monsieur. she is ms daughter
believe, think"
II swear she is. Monsieur lie "a Rue
us that possible" pretending % waver.
but convinced. in Ills heart Of hearts. bv
Zalli's alarm. that she was lying. But
how. Why does she no. come to our ball.
room with your
zaI!i. trying 70 get away from him.
shrugged and smiled. Zach to his TASTE.
Monsieur; j. pleases her NOT
She was escaping, but Ae followed oce
step, more. * shall come to see you,
Ma dame john"
She whirled and attacked him witt. her
eyes. "MOnsleUr must not give himself the
trouble she said, the eyes at the same
time saying, ''Dare to Gomez She turned
again and knels to her devotions. The
manager dipped. crossed himself and de-
parted.
Several weeks went by and n. de IA Rue
had not accepted the fierce invitation OF
Johns eyes. One or two Sunday
nights she had avoided him. though fulfil. |
ing her engagement i'll the Sale: but by and |
by pay-day-a Saturday-caine round. and !
though the pay was ready, she was 10th TO
go up 70 Monsieur's little Office.
1t was an afternoon in May. Madame
John came in, and, with a sigh, sank into !
, chair. Her eyes were wet. |
did you so. dear mother p asked lite !
Poulecte.
Il could not" she answered, dropping
ler face in her hands.
''Maman. he has seen me a. the window" !
while was gone!" c.led the mother. !
''He passed on the other side o: the |
'tree:. He looked up purposely. and saw
re- The speakers cheeks were burning |
Zaf.i v-uro hep hand.
Il, is nothing. mother: 60 10: 80 near
lim''
But che pay, my child.''
'The pay matters not
''But he will bring it here; he wants The
hance.'
That was the trouble. sure enough.
About this time Christian koppig lost
where he had fondly told his mother. he
va. Indispensable. Summer was coming
NJ the senior said, "and you see our young
men are almost idle. Yes. our engagement
vas Tor year. but ah-we could not fore
ee- etc, etc, 'besides,' attempting
arting tlatteryj 'your father is rich gen.
leman and YOU can afford to take the sum
ler easy. Ii we can ever be OF any service
0 you -etc, etc.
SO the young Dutchman spent the after
oons at his dormer window reading and |
lancing down at the little easement oppo-
tie, where a small, rude shelf had lately
cen put out. holding row of cigar boxes
Nth wretehed little botanical specimens in
hem try ing to die. 'Tite POuiet1e was their
ardener: and 10 was odd to see-dry
FEATHER or wet-how many waterings per
ay those plants could take. She never
ertormed 1t with that unacknowledged |
leasure which all girls love and deny, that
being looked upon by noble eyes.
On this particular Saturday afternoon in
lay, Kristian Koppig had been witness of
lie distressed scene over the way. II oc-