The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1876-04-07
Mrs. Coale left the hotel and went to


said. 1t is ascertained, however, that
during the next eighteen months she
was very frequently on Wall Street, one
OF the boldest and largest operators in
gold, and one who never lost. In Oc-
tober, 1864, at which time she went to
Europe (under suspicion of being con-
nected with large embezzlement of
Government funds), her winnings at
the Gold Board were generally supposed
to exceed $2,O0O,0O0, and it was known
that she had invested extensively in
five-twenties.
After this Mrs. Coale cannot be traced
with any certainty for a number of
years. There is, however, a legend
connected with her history which may
or may not have a foundation. This
legend relates that in the spring of 1865
she married Russian of rank, who
took her with him to Hombourg and
there lost all his money and all she
would let him have. She, with her dev-
IFS luck, won back all she lost, but re-
fused to give it him to lose again; so he
flew off with her to his estates out on the
steppes somewhere, in know not what
desolate, God-forsaken region, and
there, an imbruted savage,
led her a dogs life, between brandy,
women and the whip. One day, in a
fit of delirium tremens, after scourging
his whole household, including a pale
faced Greek priest, named Urbain Cal
lamachi, he drew pistol upon his wife
and was instantly murdered by the
priest. There was a trial, but the proof
of self-defense was sufficient. Aglae
and Urbain were acquitted, but the lat
ter was sent to a monastery and Aglae
banished. When she reached Buda,
on her way to Italy, the priest met her
at the hotel door and flung himself at
her feet. He had escaped. She sent
for the American Consul, and married
the priest. He was an opium eater,
this Urbain, and a year later, sailing
down the Nile, the hymns of the Coptic
monks at vespers so crazed him with
despairing recollections of a holy past,
in the light of damned present, that
he slipped over the dahabeeah's side
into the gurgling flood, and was
drowned.
This, mind you, is only legend. What
is known is thatin the winter of 1928
Nine. Aglae Callamachi came to Wash
ington, spent the season there, and the
next summer was seen at many of our
fashionable watering-places. The next
winter she passed in Florida, and upon
the return of spring established herself
in that lovely Southern spot which
shall call here the city of Cupressina.
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ty-nine, and woman of exceeding lov-
Illness. She was dark brunette, with
just the slightest tendency to embon-
point; perfect Spanish face, with the
clear porcelain complexion of that style
of beauty-large, dark, full eyes, fringed
with lashes long curved, with grace to
drive poet mad-eyes melting and
languishing, if she chose, with passion,
or quickened and vivid with apprecia-
ton and intelligence-the daintiest hand
and foot, and shoulder and bust just
statuesque in their lines. This lady
dressed in dark colors and with exqui-
site taste and culture; she was well
read; she had infinite world experience
and sauoir faire; she was rich, kept her
house with regal magnificence, enter
tained charmingly; she affected and in
deed unaffectedly loved the society of
handsome young men, and defiantly
snapped her fingers in the face of every
woman who questioned her character
in any respect, or showed the slightest
aversion to her. You may be sure such
a presence was not wholesome for Gu
pressina, place not renowned for its
sensations.
A universal favorite in the town was
a young Pole, named Julian Karpofsky,
who had settled there since the war and
engaged in business, which very respect
able foreign connections enabled him
to pursue both with success and enter
prise. Julian, man of fine presence
and some accomplishments, good dan
Ger and good llnguist, fond of music and
skillful as performer, seemed to grav-
itate naturally towards Madame Aglae,
and famous friendship sprang up be-
tween the two, upon which scandal did
not scrupple to layits unsparing tongue,
calling the intimacy one which it need
ed priest to hallow. The chonicler
has no business to sift and weigh opin-
ions, however, and I will not stop to
particularize the gossip of a provincial
place like Cupressina. Madame Gala
machi enjoyed Julian's society and
made much of him, and Julian must
have taken pleasure in Madame Gala
machi's carriages and dinners, her
grand fetes and petite soupers, even if
he took no particular delight in herself.
The rivals for her favor gradually drift
ed off-all save one.
This one was a Kentuckian of very
nearly the same age as Julian, who es-
tablished himself at the bar of Cupres-
sina since Julian had come there, and,
indeed, since Aglae had made it her