New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1876-03-05

Every head was turned toward the ola
man. nodding the echoed request.
ssYee zee. friends" said Galahad in .
trna Irish whisper, % II. D'Hemeoop,t
left the apartment, cher poseetion h.
been a-orovin' more and more embarrn
sim daily. and tho operations of On
society were likely to make il worse in t.
fnture: vherefore I have lately takes
steps-I say I luke steps this morn to n
lieve the old gentleman's distress and biz
| daughters"
He paused. M. DHemecourt entered
| with Pauline, and the exiles all rose IN,
Ah!-but why say again she was lovely?
Galahad stepped forward to meet her
| took her hand, led her to the head Of the
board. and turning to the company, mid:
"Friends and fellow-patriots, Misthres
There was no outburst Of astonishment-
onlv the same old bowling, smiling and
murmurinp of compliment. Galahad
turned with puzzled look to NJ D'Heme
| court and guessed the truth. In the iov
| If an old mans heart he had already thai
afternoon told the truth to each and every
man separately, as secret too deep 70,
| them To reveal. but too sweet for him IN
keep. They were man and wife.
The last laugh that was ever heard in
the Cafe des Exiles sounded softly through
! the room.
sLads." said the Irishman. ''Fill ye,
classes. Here's to the Cafe des Exiles, God
bless herr
And the meeting slowly adjourned.
Two days later, signs and rumon Of
sickness began to 190sfesee about the
Cafe des Refugiess N16 mo Mexieaa
physician made three calls in one day. It
was said by the people around thatAe
tall Cuban gentleman named Benlto M
very sick in one of the back rooms. A
similar frequency of the same physicia's
calls was noticed about the Cafe &s
Exiles.
1.-THE man with one eyebrow" said IL
neighbors, '.is sick. Pauline left the hon;
Yesterday to make room for him."
"Ah is it possible?"
Eyes, it is really true; she and her hp
band. She took her mocking bird vii
her; he carried it; he came back alone"
On the next afternoon the childre
about the Cafe des Refugees enjoyed Ii
spectacle of the invalid Cuban moved q
q trestle to the Cafe des Exiles, although
he did not look so deathly sick as they
could have liked to see him, and on The
fourth morning the doors of the Cafe des|
Exiles remained closed. A black-bor.|
dered funeral notice, yelled with Grape,
announced that the great Caller-home oil
exiles had served his summons upon Don|
Pedro Hernandez (surname borrowed for
the occasion), and Don Carlos Mendez =
Benit0.
The hour for the funeral was fixed at 4
P. NJ Itnever took place. Down at the
Picayune tier, on the river bank, there was,
about two o'clock, q slight commotion,
and those who stood aimlessly about
small, neat schooner, said she was seized
At four there suddenly appeared before
tie Cafe des Exiles q squad of men with
silver crescents on their breasts police
officers. The old cottage sat silent with
closed doors, the Grape hanging heavily
over the funeral notice like widows veil,
the little unseen garden sending up odors
from its hidden censers, and the old weep.
ing-willow bending over all.
s'Nobody here?" asks the leader.
The crowd which has gathered stares
without answering.
As quietly and peaceably as possible the
officers pry open the door. They enter,
and the crowd pushes in after. There are
the two collins, looking very heavy and
solid, lying in state, but unguarded.
The crowd draws breath of astonish-
ment care they going to wrench the
tops off with Ratchet and chisel?'
Rap, rap, rap; wrench, rap, wrench
All! the cases come open.
'sWell kept" asks the leader fippanty.
"Oh. yes" is the reply. And then all
laugh.
One Of the lookers-on pushes up and
gets a glimpse within.
"What is it," ask the other idlers.
He tells one quietly.
"What did he say" ask the rest, one Of
another.
"He says they are not dead men, but
new muskets-"
ssHere, clear OUT cries an officer, and
the loiterers 60.
The exiles? What became of them, do
you ask? Why, nothing; they were not
troubled. Said chief OF police to Major
Shaughnessy years afterward:
"Major, there was only one thing that
kept your expedition from succeeding
you were too sly about it. Had you come
out fiat and said what you were doing
we'd never a-said a word to you. But
that little fellow gave us the wink, and
then we had to stop you"
And was no one punished? Alas! there
was one. Poor, pretty, curly headed, TN:
torous Mazaro! He was drawn out Of
Carondelet canal-cold, dead! And whn
his wounds were counted they were Just
the number of the Cafe des Exile's CHI
dren, less Gallahad. But the mother
that is, the old cafe-did not see it; she
had gone up the night before in chario'
of fire.
In the files of the old Picaysne and
Price Current of 1887 may be seen The
mention of Gala had Shaughnessy among
the merchants-''oure nterprising and &C.
complished fellow-townsman," and gu
that. But old NJ D'Hemecourt's nana
is cut in marble, and his citizenship Is ~
"a city whose maker and builder is God
Only yesterday dined with the Shaugh'
nessys-fne old couple, and handsome
Their children sat about them, and enter
tanned me most pleasantly. But there
isn't one can tell tale as their father
can-'twas he told me this, one. De
knows the history of every old house ID
the French quarter; or, if he happens MOI
to know true one, he can make one uP
as he goes along.-Scribner's Monthly.
Getting Once in the South
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