The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1875-09-05
AFTER TIE PLAY.

A small American flag moved lazily in the
afternoon wind-a fact, perhaps, entirely un-
noticed by most of the passers-by on Char
tres street-and larga, square transparency,
on which it was artistically announced to the
world, in large, red and blue letters, that
within, after half-past each evening, there
was given brilliant variety perfor nance, ="
did not move at all-another fact which did
not seem to occasion any surprise on the part
of the denizens of that old neig aborhood.
In fact it would have taken something very
startling to have occasioned any notice whatever
down there for the old Creoles had seen too
much of the adventurous and exciting in their
time to be moved by any but extraordinary &C.
currences. The saloon was like many OF lis
kind. Numbers Of tables. larger numbers of
chairs, an ordinations looking bar and fifteen
foot stage, whereon, the proprietor stated, Mile.
Blance and Corrinne and Mons. Jules RECALLED
the esthetic tastes of an approaching public
nightly. "You takes your glace off beer an you
re everytinks," said he.
At one table, in quiet conversation with
painted little blonde sat man of perhaps forty
years, with long black hair and short coat, a
pair of eyes full of expression and pair of pants
almost full Of grease stains. To an American.
he looked little like Henri Rochefors. but this
likeness did cot seem to strike the young lad,
just mentioned, for She in most unrepublcan
way, ordered him to send for drinks. Two abb
sinthes were brought, and over these potations
they resumed their small talk.
The sun kept on his westward way, or rather
ia tUa I'd and
changing Of milkmens bells on the streets gave
notice that the afternoon was waning and twilight
not far of. Gree in while some homeward
bound dray would rattle past, jarring the very
glasses on the counter, and then, after a silence
came. the ear could catch the distant cry OF
"treme-s-la- giace Creme-a-ld- glace!" Then it
began to grow little darker. You could Just
make out the sign of Jean Outlet, Cordonnier,
opposite, and then when the letters faded out
the lampighter came and night followed him.
The saloon was put in order, everything rear.
ranged, and the chandeliers lighted. Two silent
old gentlemen, with vions, dropped in and a |
tall pianist after them. They took beer and
then their seats, and the pieces of music for TIE
evening were chosen. A preliminary squeak on |
the violins, hurried stactato movement on the !
piano, and the trio leaned back waiting for half
past eight. |
AS for many centuries past that hour came |
around at last and grand overture commenced, |
we sorry to say to empty chairs. This didn't |
last long, however, for men by twos and tours
dropped 10, and before the ponderous finale the |
place was very crowded, and shouts for beer
marred intended effect.
There was short pause and then "Mons.
Jules. the great baritone Of the salons of
Paris and Bordeaux stepped upon the stage
and began 20 sing. 1t was the drinking song
from Hamle-. Old opera goers oddling along
With their stout canes stopped moment to listen
young girls just budding in solfeggio hesitated
and glanced over. The voice was rich, round
and more than anything else sad, if that song
can make voice sad. Certainly this Mons.
Jules had done well that night. He could GER
ainly not belong to the class Of singers who fire.
Iuent variety halls, of this we were satisfied. |
After final bravura he bowed himself off
de soon made his appearance however, in
oursef we ordered absinthe for him
md stai ted conversation, interrupted now and
gain by the rapplng of glasses on the tables and
urlous encores for Mile. Corrlnne, who succeeded
admirably IN exhibiting considerable portion OF
Ter neither limbs. After few minutes talk he
eemed remarkably pleased with what he termed
ur con0ddefie, and, leaning oser, asked for a
oan of two dollars. FOR WHAT" we asked.
Medicine, monsieur" /
2 his twelve stone baritone looked hearty drsnk |
rel, and in fact to all outward appearances was
Tell. What, then, was the reason of his asking /
Or the loan oil money for medicine? ''sick 2"
No monsieur" ''Who ia the medicine for ,
henI"
g All my kind sir, you don't know it then =? !
ts for Helene. my wife. l ges only one dollar
nd half every night here, and that for tonight
as gone already for food for her and me. You T
0 believe it, hey? Well, after sing my Par
mt pour Ia Sure will take you to nv room:
ou will give me money then. l know nobody 7
ere in Nouyelle Orleans, nobody me. Helene f
nd me come here to find opera, but we find C
one. c
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