Litchfield enquirer., 1875-04-29

0M4tcueOt8t6Ss the HfGSl0GUG, NGn6 1eff1EO- ry of Orleans. Congress, the Governor and all LIS qhordlnates striding out of the apartme1k as he cursed, while the object of his mal6dictiOns roared with merrimenf and rammed the floor with his foot. fa
 "Why, it will make his old place worth ten dollars to one." said the official to the interpreter t.sf9sls sA4 ssoIkEsaza sz . sris not for de5worse of de property. ? sad the interpreter. ,s,.. :r., f.aftA
 T should guess not, said the other, whiting his chair, ,-ssseems to me as if some of these old Frenchmen would liever live in a crawfish hole than to have a neighbor.' @
 You knov what make old Jean Poque- in make like that? I will tell you. 2, You knoW--
 The interpreter wes rolling cigarette, and paused to hght his finder; then, as the smoke poured in thick double stream from his nostrils, he said, in solemn whisper: laa' -s aA-
 eis.He is n witcli.p P 5ails sal,7 E. sfal,Eass-l
 = Ho, hO, ,hop' laughed the other. n,.t You don't believe it? What you want to bet? cried the interpreter, jerking himself half up and thrusting out one arm while he barred it of its coat-sleeYe with hand of the, other. #eE. .--..s -...4 .s..-
 How do you know?" asked the official.
 "Dass whatI goin' to tell you. You know. one evening I was shooting some gr0sbee. | killed three; but I had trou- ble to fine them, it was becoming, so dark. When Ihave them start to come home; then I got to go pas at Jean 8Po- quelin's house. -ss .ol...,,st~
 .Ho, ho, ho!'' laughed the other, throw ing his leg over the arm of his chair.
 Wait, said the interpreter ."tI come along slow, not making some noises; still,
 And scared" said the smiling one.
 . .JEass, wait. I get all pas the house. sah tf say; 'all righsio Then I see two thing before aHahi l. get as cold and humide. and shake like a leaf. You think it was nothing? There I see, so plain as can be fthough it was nearly dark, ], | see Jean-.Narie-Po-que-lin. walkin' Eight in front, and right there beside of him was something like a man-but not a nlan-white like paint IT droppin' on the grass scared they pass; SO sure as live twas the ghos' of Jaques Poquelin, his hi brotherP'
 "Pooh !'' said the listener. Ea' i'o 5H s
 '1n put my hand in the fire," said. the lnleprefer5 5znn4s.t s..5. ..-,l. 5..
 "But did you ever think asked the other, ''that it might be Jack Poquelin, as you call him, alive and we'll, and for some cause hid away by his .brother?' E. .sn But there har' no cause P said the oth- CT, and the entrance of third parties chang ed the subject. 'z- -h'3 -''''4 Some months passed and the street was opened. A, canal was first dug through the marsh, the small one which passed so close to Jean Poquelin's house was filled, and the street, or rather sunny road, just touched a corner of the old fmansion's 's door-yard The morass ran dry. Its ven- omous deniZens slipped away through the bulrushes; the cattle roaming freely upon it's hardened surface trampled the supera hundant undergrowth. 1s. The believing frogs croaked to westward. Lilies and the spraEg up in the place of reeds; smilax and poison-oak gave to the purple -plnmed iron.weed and pink spider Worts the bindweed ran everywhere bloom expresses giaiis cfsepsr S nag fss fss grsgh Ss burden of foliage and lifted ifs scarlet trumpets. Sparrows and red-birds. filter ed through the bushes, and devberries grew ripe beneath. Over all these came 8 sweet, dry smell of salubrity winch the place had not known since the sediments of the Mississippi first lifted it from the sea. '4 H
 But it's owner did not build. Over the willoW-brakes, and down the vista of the opened street. bright new houses, some singly, some by ranks, were prying in up- on the old man privacy. They even set tied down toward his southern home. First. a wood-cutter's hut or two, then a market gardeners shanty. then 8 painted cottage, and all at once the faubourg had danked, and half surrounded him and his dRied-np marsh. zG.I1a, t,. ..lsEl 'god Ahl then the common people began to hate him. s'The old fyrant '" You don mean an old tyrants'' @'sWen, then. why don't he build when the public need demands it? What does he live in that way for?' .'The old piratep The old kidnapperr' How easy even the most ultra houisianians put on the i'm ported virtnes of the North, when, they could be brought to bear against the her mt. There he goes, with the boys after him r Ahf ha! ha ! Jean-ah Poquelin An ! Jean -ahiu Aha aha .Jean-ah MarieI Jean-ahs Poquelin l. The old. villain P How mer-ily the swarming Americans echo the spirit of persecution : s'The old fraud, r they say, ''- pFeten1s to live in a haunted house, does he2 Nell tar. and leather him some day. Guess We can fix him" @'~H4 '0 sszI
 He cannot be rowed home along the old canal now; he walks. He has broken sad lT of late, and the street urchins are ever at his heels. It is like the days when they cried: ''Go up, thon bald d-head, 1" and the old man now and then turns and delivers Ineffectuak curses.aa ssgo.I sIf L,=sa..1rgs,
 To the Creole to the incoming lower class of superstitious Germans, and Irish. and Siciiians. and others-he became aI, omen and embodiment of public and pri- vate ill fortune. Upon him all the yaear- les of their superstitions gathered and grew If house caught fire 1t was i'm puted to his naachinationG Did a woman go of ir a fit, he had bewitched her. Did 5 child stray of for an hour. the mother shlvered with the apprehension that Jean Poquehn had offered him to strange gods. The house was the subject to every bad boys invention who loved to confriVe ghostly lies GAS long as that horse stands we. shall have bad Iuck.. DO ySosn hot see our peas and beans dying, ourcab- bages and lettuce going to seed and our gardens turning to dust. while every day ron can see itraining fn the woodsF The rain will never pass old Poauelin,s house" HefH is a fetich. He hasconiur- sd the Wh6lef Fanboarg St Marie And why. the old @resehq Simply because our playful and innocent cEiidren call after him as he pasSes.'' sslu3E DsAGgUk ] i A Building and Improvement Compa- nys swhlch had not yet got its charter, .but vas going t0s and which had not, indeed. any tangible capital yet but was going to have somes joined the sJean-ah ,POque1in' war. The haunted propertE would be such capital site for a market house They sent deputation to the old mansion bo ask it's 6ccupant fo seHg The deputa- tlon never got beyond the chained gate md a. very barren interview with the Af- rican mute. The President of the Boafd vas then empowered (for he had studied Frsnch ins Pennsslvania and was coIssid- ared qualifed9 t6s call and persuade M. IoaIeln s,oaI to subbseHbe b sEae to zeompany'a
 '.Fact is, gentleman, hseI ihsI1 said at the next amksAtimfy aesik waul1s skAkos r,u ak Ioouk