New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1875-07-25

fight our cause Is lost The candidate mus
"Hah.h! Messieurs," DRIED the hero, beat
ing his breast and lifting his eyes, '.graoe a.
cisl. have a son. Yes, my beloved frlenos
q son who shall call the villain out ant
make him pay for his impudence witt
blood. or eat his words in tomorrow morn
fing's paper. Heaven be thanked that gave
me son for this occasion l shall see hin
at once-aa soon as can Dress
1--WE will 90 with you"
! "No, gentlemen, let me see my son alone
1 can meet you at Masperos in two hours
Adieu, my dear friends
| He was resolved.
! eau revOir," said the dear friends.
| Shortly after, cane in hand, General Will
! vicencio moved with an ireful stride up the
banGuette of Rue Royale. Just as he passed
the red brick front one of the batten smut
ters opened the fain test biz. and q certain
pair OF lovely eyes looked after him. without
any of that round simplicity which we have
turned TO knock at his son q door he glanced
| at this very shutter, but it was as tightly
closed as though the house were an en-
| chantod palace.
DR.. Mossy's door, on the contrary, swung
ajar when he knocked, and the General en-
tered.
"Well, my son, have you seen that news
l !
| not. since your cheeks are not red with
| shame and anger"
Dr. Messy looked up with astonishment
from the desk where he sat writing.
"What is that, papsl'
"'My faith Messy, is it possible you have
not heard of the attack upon me, which
has surprised and exasperated the city this
| morning.
:sNo," said Dr. Messy, with still greater
surprise, and laying his hand on the arm Of
his chair.
His father put on dying look. "My
! soul.' A, that moment his glance fell
! upon the paper which had been sent in by
! Mime DeiiciAuse. "But, Messy. my son."
! he screamed, There il isr striking it ra-
pidly with one finger-''there! there! there!
read it, 1t calls me mot responsible! not
! responsible it calls me! Read. read"
"But. papa" said the quiet little doctor,
rising, and accepting the crumbled paper
| thrust at him. II have road this. Ii this
is it, we'll, tden. already am preparing to
! respond to it,
The General seized him violently, and,
spreading . sutfocating kiss on his face,
sealed 1t with an affectionate oath.
"Ah, Messy, my boy, you are glorious!
You had begun already to write, You are
glorious, Read to me what you have writ
ten. my SON."
THE Doctor took up a bit of manuscript,
and, resuming his chair, began:
''MEssRs EDrroRs-On your journal of
this morning.
"Eh, how! you have not written it in
English il it, son.
But. yes. papa"
'''TIs vile tongue said the General
"but. if it il necessary-prOceed.'
"MEssRs EDIToRs-On your journal of
this morning is published an editorial ar
ticle upon the Villivicencio ticket, which is
plentiful end abundant with mistakes.
Who is the author or writer of the above
said editorial article your correspondent
does at present ignore, but doubts not he is
one, who, hasty to form an opinion, will yet,
however make his assent to the correction
Of some errors and mistakes which,
"Bah!' cried the General.
Dr. Messy looked up, blushing crimson.
Bah cried the General, still more for
chilly "Berise!"
How" asked the gentle son.
'Tis all nOusent." cried the General,
bursting into English. "Hall you ave to
say lie: Sieur Editeurs. I want you sail
give de mem of de indignan' scoundrel who
meek some lie. on you paper about mon
pere ct ses amis""
.'Ah-h"' said DR.. Messy, in q tone of
derisiOn and anger.
His father gazed at him in mute astonish
ment. He stood beside his disorderly little
desk. his small form drawn up, a hand
thrust into his breast, and that look of in.
vincibiiity in his eyes such as blue eyes
sometimes surprise us with.
You want me to fight" be said.
my faith gasped the General. loosen
ing in al! his joints II beiieve-you may
cut me in pieces if do not believe you
were going to reason it out in the news
paper! Fight! If want you to tight9
! pom tny soul. believe you DO not want to
fight:
f"N.," aad Messy.
My God ~ whispered the General. His
heart seemed to break.
Yes, said the steadily gazing doctor,
his lips trembling as he opened. them. .'Yes, !
yonr God. am afraid =
''Atraid" gasped the General.
Yes rang out the doctor, "afraid;
afraid: Sod forbid that should not be |
afraid: But will tell you what do not
fearwl Cal! your affairs of honor-mur-
der. ="
my son ~ cried the father
u retract, cried the son; 'eonsider it
1nsaid. will never reproacu my father"
ut Is well, said the father. Il was
wrong: It is my quarrel. l go to settle it
Dr.. Messy moved quickly between his
father and the door. General Villivicencio
stood before him utterly bowed down.
.What will you!" sadly demanded the.
Did man.
'Papa." said the son, with much tender
hess, Il can not permit you. Fifteen years
We we're strangers, and yesterday we're
trends. You must not leave me so. will
sven settle this quarrel for you. You must
Q. me. am pledged to your service"
The peace-loving little doctor did not
mean ito SETTLE" but ''to adjust" He felt
n an instant that he was misunderstood: vet,
rs oyNt tn do |
Wishing to deceive, he let the misnterpre-
alton stand. In his embarrassment he did
lot certainly know what he should do him
elf.
The fathers face-he thought of but one
way to settle a 4uarrel-began instantly to
brighten. IL would myself do it," he said
''but my friends forbid it,"
And 80 do l." said the doctor, "but Il
VII! go myself now, and will not return
NTH ali 10 finished. Give me the paper"
my con, do not wish to compel YOU"
tnere was something acid in the doctors
mile as he answered:
lease '
The General handed it.
Papa" said the sc~1Syou must wait
ere for my return
But have an appointment: at Maspero,s
t.
II will call aud make excuse for you"
aid the son. 'N'
We'll" consented ;he almos. bannv
athe,. Ego my son: will stay. Bnt #
ONE OF your sick shall call -
Sit Gulet,' said the son. "Thev will
mink no one is here" And the General
ouceo That the dust lay so thick on the !
anes mat person outside would have to
W MS tace close to che glass to see within.
"a sne course of half an hour the Doctor