The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1874-05-07
An Old Lady Turning Black
from the Effects of a
Curious Operation.
"CambOdian" Blood in A meli-
can Veins.

much in the sty!e.o the above, to the won
certain treatment upon willing patient
and to the dire effects therefrom often re
sulting, we desire TO call the attention 0
our readers and the public in general to
well known case of changing color which
has been going on in our city, and whict
has doubtless already been observed by
many.
The subject Of our sketch is well known
and at one time much respected old journal
and there are few if any of the people of thi:
of or seen the old lady. She resides not !;
hundred miles from Camp street, and has
been notorious for the reason that she
always follows haltingly, but never leads
public opinion.
What has brought about this curious
change, the reader will ask! We prefer to
give the sold Ladys" story in her own
words. 1t is notceahly like the story Of the
man described in the evening edition Of the
Picayane of Saturday, May ?, and to those
changes, we wouid recommend a careful
comparison Of the two narratives.
! To all who question her on the subject
she gives the same stereotyped account
"My friend" she will commence IN a loud
voice, " VIII tell you my history. Why
should | not You are a person who seems
thoroughly to understand and well able to
expose me if SO you wish. Why should |
lie to you. am aware that | cannot de
ceive you. l am a journalist; | am Lou
sianian; my name is p. |. Cayune, which
have not Anglcsed into Peter johnson
Some months ago, when siding with the
people of the South and defending their
cause as an honest and upright woman, /
suddenly became the victim of most I'M
governable passion. 1t was cupdity. the
love Of money. 1t burned within me until
my very veins were almost parched and
dried. My all absorbing passion had con
sumed my strength, and felt that unless |
could procure new force and health my dis
ease would eventually bring on paralysis
and death.
In my distress racked my brain for some
means by which to- effect my purpose. At
last, like Faust, | was about to call to my
aid the internal powers, when, to my great
10Y, his Satanic Majesty sent to me, not the
crafty Mephistophelcs but one willy DR..
Willampittkell Ogg, physician. He dag
nosed my case perfectly, and said that my
oomnlaint coulI ha curaI hy fresh Sunp1v
of healthy blood especially suited to my
weak and debilitated constitution. This he
would obtain from the auditorial apothe-
cary, and would easily infuse it into my veins
by simple process The sole remuneration
he required Of me was my promise to lend
him, in a passive way, the support of my
pen and to keep the most absolute silence
with regard to his rascalties and shameful
actions. l hesitated, but the rapturous
prospect overcame my scruples, and | con-
formed. Never will l be able to describe
The bliss, the unutterable bliss of that ex-
pertinent. No pleasure Of the world can
equal it. l cannot describe to you he in
tensity of my joy upon feeling the warm
rich blood coursing through my body.
II grew stout again, but did not appear
to regain my natural health. | noticed that
| felt as if | had become contaminated by |
that infused blood, and my bargain with
this Willampittkell Ogg seemed to me to
be the price of honor and of pride. l noticed |
too that my circulation was no longer so good |
as it had been, and kept deteriorating.
felt heaviness about the heart it SEEMED
as if had bullet in there.
Well, then, to cut long story short, l |
soon wore the indelible marks of my trans
srcssion. The blackness of thu It foul blood
not only showed itself upon my body, but
even tainted my mind and made itself appa-
rent in my productions.
Soon l became the object of public con-
lemnation. All declared that my case was
nothing more or less than a PLAIN one of
'orraptela or item pecuHia mutare.
"Shunned by those who had once been
ny friends despisea by those whose respect
had once commanded, and lowered in the
,steem of those who had once for me the
greatest regard, felt myself soon losing my
,wn self respect. My energy was gone;
cit my flesh burning beneath my dscolored
kin, and inwardly in my soul l cried pc
'avi'"
At this point Of her narrative the old wo-
nan can no longer commInd her feelings,
md violent outburSt of tears invariably
orbids her going further, OF telling Of her
ntie attempts to produce map of the in
Undated districts of Louisiana, with a view
If rendering the public a service, and there
~ to somewhat ingratate herself into their
ost favor, and with what.jeers and laughter
hat vile abortion was received.
Her story is a sad one, but carries.with il
| lesson, by which others may profit.
p S.-Drs. Durell and Norton having been
allied in consultation. prescribed for the
,atipnt a doSa of ahout three finuers of f,