Litchfield enquirer., 1875-08-12
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 MADAME DELlCIEUSE.
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 The campaign opened. The Villivicaii. cio ticket was read in French and English with the very different sentiments already noted In the Exchange, about the courts, among the s'banks, there was lively talk ing concerning its intrinsic excellence and extrinsic chances. The young gentlemen who stood about the doors of the so-called 'tcoffee- houses talked with frantic energy alarming to any stranger, and just when y0u would have expected to see them jump and bite large mouthfuls out of each others face, they would turn and enter the door, still talking on in the same furi ous manner, and, waking up to the bar, click thelr glasses to the success of the ViIlivicencio ticket. Sundry swarthY and wrinkled remnants of an earlier generation were still more enthusiastic. There was to be happy renaissance; . purglng oui of Yankee ideas; blessed homecoming of those good old Bourbon morals and manners which Yankee notions had extri ated In the cheerfulness of their antici patiOns they even went the length oi throwing their feet high in the air, thus indicating how the Villivieencio ticket wal going to give ''doze Americains" the EcL under the nose.
 In the three or four weeks that followed, the General gathered suriet of adula- ton, notwithstanding which he was con stantly imagining confused chatter ot ladies, and when he shut his eyes with annoyance. there was Madame Delicieuse standing. and saying, 'I knew not a req son why yOu should be angry against youl son" " gazing in his face with such simplic ity, and then-the Last scene on the stairs.
 Madame herself was keeping her good resolution.
 "Now or never," she said, 'sa reconcili atiOn or quarrel
 When the General, to keep up appear ances, called again soon after his late dis comfiture, she so moved him with an ac count of certain kindly speeches of hen own inventiOn which she imputed to Dr. Messy, that he promised to call and See his son; perhaps" pretty soon" ''prob ably"
 Dr. Messy, sitting one February morn ing among his specimens and books oi reference, finishing thrilling chapter on the cuticle, too absorbed to hear a dool open. suddenly realized that something was in his light. and. looking up, beheld General Villivicencio standing over hlm Breathing pleased sigh, he put down hi. pen. and, rising on tiptoe, laid his hand upon hls fathers shoulder, and, lifting his lips like little wife. kissed him.
 '.Be seated, papa g he said, offering hi. own chair, and perching on the desk
 The General took it, and, clearing hi: throat. gazed around upon the jars and jars with their little Adams and Eyes II geological gardens.
 "Is all going we'll, papas" finally asked Dr. Messy.
 'sYes,"
 Then there was long pause
 Tis beautiful day" said the son.
 "Very beautiful. :" reioined the father.
 ''I thought there would have been 6 rain. but it has cleared of. said the son.
 'Yes. responded the father, and drum' med on the desk.
 'Does it appear to be turning cooi?' asked the son. sV
 '.No; it does not appear to be turning cool at all, was the answer. .sk '.Hm'mI" said Dr. Messy.
 'tHem!" said General Villivicencio.
 Dr. Messy, not realizing his own action stole glance at his manuscript
 ''I am interrupting you, said the Gen. eral, quickly, and rose.
 ''No, no! pardon me; be seated; it gives me great pleasure to-I did not know what 1 was doing. It is the work with which ill my leisure moments"
 So the General settled down again, and father and son sat very close to each other in bodily sense; spiritually they were many miles apart. The Generals finger ends. softly tapping the desk, had the sound of far-away drums.
 ''The city-it is healthy?" asked the General.
 Did you ask me if" said the httle Doctor, starting and looking up.
 "The city-it has not much sickness at present." repeated the father,
 "No, yes-not much. said Messy, and, with utter unconsciounsness, leaned down upon his elbow and supplied an omitted word to the manuscript.
 The General was on his feet as if by the touch of spring.
 'I must gol"
 "Ah! no, papa" said the son.
 "But yes, must"
 ''But wait, papa had just now some thing to speak of
 ''Well?" said the General, standing with his hand on the door, and with rather 8 dark countenance.
 Dr. Messy touched his fingers to his forehead. trying to remember.
 'I fear l have-ah! I rejoice to see your name before the public, dear papa, and at the head of the ticket.
 The Generals displeasure sank down like an eagles feathers. He smiled thank fully, and bowed.
 My friends compelled me" he said.
 'They think you will be elected?'
 "They will not doubt it. But what think you. my son?"
 Now the son had conviction which 1t would have been madness to express, so he only said:
 ''They could not elect one more faith full"
 The General bowed solemnly.
 "Perhaps the people will think so my friends believe they will"
 "Your friends who have used your name should help you as much as they can, papa" said the Doctor. "Myself i could"
 '.A-bahr' said the pleased father, in- credulously.
 "But, yes, said the son.
 = ~~- VI N~AS1S AACU buG N16U6I3l frame. This was like a son.
 Thank you, my son,I thank you much, An, Messy, my dear boy, you make me happyY' -
 But" added Messy, realizing with a tremor how far he had gone, "I see not how it is possible"
 The Generals chin dropped.
 "Not being a public man." continued the Doctor: "unless. indeed, my pen-you might enlist my pen
 He paused with smile of bashful i'm quiry. The General stood aghast for a moment. and then caught the idea. r. Certainly! cer-tain-1y " ha, ha, har- backing out of the door-eeertainlyi Ahi Messy, you are right, to be sure; to make complete world we must have swords and pens. Well, my son, tau revoir no. l cannot stay-I will return. I hasten to tell my friends that the pen of Dr.. Mossy. IS on onr sidel Adieu, dear son" sla q
 Standing outside on the banquet he bowed-not to Dr. Messy, but to the bal eony of the big red-brick fronts most sunshlny smile, and departed.