The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1874-07-16
From tile Galaxy.
"P'tit Lolu."

Ut LOU
She was a Jersey Princess and her
throne was low BIT of broken wall out
side the cottage door, whence she used to
nod her curly head to the passers-by, and
call out, "Dood by, m'sieurs," in her bro
ken English and shrill baby-treble.
1t is thus saw her 6rst-a bright spo:
of color against the warm brown back
ground of earth and wall, and the arch of
spotless blue aboye-a dab of carmine,
patched with yellow about the head, torn
print garment-once white-the two dusty
dmpled rose pink legs, the little fat
toes clinging like a monkeys to the rough,
lichened inequalities en- the side Of the
wall.
GOOD by, little one. This is the right
way down to Rozel Bay, is 1t not?"
MATS oui, oui. A bss la. Lulu come
down. Lulu show m'sieur."
The dab of color jumps down, a great
deal more of the firm, rosy flesh than pro-
Iriety admits, becoming markedly patent to
the eye in the descent. Two short pud.
Of fingers reach up into mine, and am
provided with guide on the spur of the
moment.
Lulu, Lulu cried voice from the
cottage, lou vas tn, mechante1 Viens
done de suite, pitt, chatl"
Lulu, ] greve TO see, is it not of an
obedient disposition. She stamps one
pink foot in the sandy soil, shakes her vel
low head defantly, and retorts in ii shriIl
gabble which sounds something like this:
"E'c duire IN -ieur busvoirl OATS"
am free to confess that my knowledge
of jersey yrench il not equal to transn-
ton.
! find myself 10 the unpleasant position
of On involuntary chi!d-steaer. To my
relief, the half door Of the cottage opens,
and there comes out tall, ripe, brown
skinned girl of II, with eyes as black and
shining as sloe berries after a shower, and
neat, pretty Jersey features smiling under
the great white sun .bonuet turned back
like the cup of huge conyoIvulus. To her
appeal, laborIng With solewn BRUSH
desperation after my long forgotten foreign
exercises:
"Mademoi.elle, e-pctite-entant-
a-Aoulu-"
The pretty red lips curve upwards in
ready snie.
"Ah, yss' m'sleur, it is Lulu's way"
(She evidently doesn't think much Of my
French for she answers in Eugisb.) $50
many excursion people come this way to
see our Bay and the gardens of La Chaiie
above, that de petite has taken the habit
to play at guide. M'sieur will please ex-
.ase. The neighbors do so spoil the child,
sne grows troublesome, Fl douc, LULU
Z" Lulu not trouble. Lulu ben sage"
stammers the babby-sinner, stamping a
small sirocco in her wrath, and holding
tightly to my finger the while; then chang
ing her key with the agility of vocal
acrobat, and turning two su idenly moist
blue saucers Of az peal on me, whispers,
coaIingly, "Lulu only want to show de
chemin. Let pitt Lulu go, heiu?"
Naturally, Lulu is permitted to go. 1t
is evidently that this young Princess is
deeply versed in the arts of cajolery-a
person not to be denied anything within
the compass of human possibility.
The black eyed damsel and exchanged
glances of intelligence, and succumb stimuli,
taneously. Lulu tightens her pull on the
finger she has captured, and leads me off,
patching in shrilI triumph through the dust
and along the steep, narrow path which
leads onward and downward to the rock
giydled beach of Rozel Bay. Presently We
have to step out of the way; an excursion
car is bearing down upon us. ereakirg and
swaying as the heavy load of gaudily dress
ed, blowsy faced British tourists, and neat
Parisians, all of the bourgeois class, but
different as beings from two distant spheres
presses forward on the strairing, stagger-
ing horses, and CRATES against the side Of
the Hill. Not wishing to immediate myself,
an involuntary victim, beneath the wheels
of the descending juggernaut, l retire to a
clump Of ferns and tramblei on the outer
edge of the path, clutching Lulu's fat wrist
tightly, and horribly afraid lest that impet
nous young lady should rush forward and
be smashed on the road, or stou' roll
backward and be Smashed Gu tbs beach.
The result eeems equal.
am n nervous man, and grow hot and
damp all over v it'll anxiety. Lulu, on the
other hand, is as cool as a cucumber. She
held ne, indeed, but much as a conquering
Delaware could q captive Mipgo, or a stern
aunt her refractory nephew. She mods her
charming head familiarly to the driver Gan
unmistakable Paddy,) smiles upon him
with all the sweetness those round blne
eyes can bestow, and halls him with con
cesc ending urbanity:
I" Hi Malone! bo'zour, bo'zourl'
The drivers face expands into grin; be
waves his hand cheerfully.
"Good mornin' to ye, pitt Lulu; is i
afthsr ride yer wantin' the day me lady!
Is it possible that Lulu may have stoop
ed to such an idea on previous occasions
though at present she looked at it in th'
light Of IN insult. With great skill, 81
presends not to hear, and addresses her
seH pasronizingly to tho dusty stAaminl
excursioniste.
"Dood BY, m'sieurs ct mssdanes. Ma
lone 60 show you Rosel Bay. Lula ASST
Zulu got son, n'sieur. via deuel."