New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1876-05-07

| nan seizee his moment.
They have been endeavoring for hours, y
he says, ito draw the terrible animsls from
their dens, but such is their strength and
fierceness that"
His voice is drowned. Enough has been
heard to warrant the inference that the
beasts can not be whipped out of the storm
drenohed cages to which menagerie life and
long starvation have attached them, and
from the roar Of indignation the man Of
ribbons flies. The noise increases. Men
are standing up by hundreds and women
are imploring to be let out of the
turmoil. All at once. like the burst
ing of dam, the whole mass pours
down into the ring. They sweep across the
Miguel gets frightful trsmpling Who
cares for gates or doorse They tear the
beasts houses bar from bar, and, laying
hold of the gaunt buffalo, drag him forth by
feet, ears and tail; and in the midst of the
melee, still head and shoulders above all,
wilder, with the cup of the wicked, than
| any beast, is the man Of God from the
Florida parishes!
In his arms he bore-and all the people
shouted at once when they saw 1.-THE
tiger. He had lifted it high up with it's
back to his breast, his arms clasped under
| its shoulders; the wretched brute had curled
up caterpillarwise, with its long tail against
its belly, and through it's filed teeth
| grinned fixed and impotent wrath. And
Parson Jones was shouting:
| THE tiger and the butler shell lay down
together! You dab to say they shayn't and
I'll comb You with this varmint from head
to foot! The tiger and the butler shell lay
| down together They shell! Now, YOU
Joe! Behold! l am here to see it done.
The lion and the bufler shall lay down to-
| gether'
| Mounting these words again and again.
parson forced his way through tLs surge
| in the wake of the buffalo. This creature
| the Latins had secured by lariat over his
head, and were dragging across the old
rampant and into street of the city.
The northern races were trying to pre-
| vent, and there was pommeling and knock
| ing down, cursing and knife drawing, until
| Jules st. Ange was quite carried away with
the fun, laughed, clapped his hands and
swore with delight, and ever kept close to
the gallant parson.
Joe, contrawise, counted all this child
play an interruption. He had come to find
Colossus and the money. In an unlucky
| moment he made bold to lay hold of the par
! son, but piece of the broken barr ers in the
hands of flatboatman felled him TO the sod,
the terrible crowd swept over him. the lariat
was cut and the giant parson hurled
the tiger upon the butialO's back. In
another instant both brntes were dead
at the hands of the mob; Jones was
lifted from his feet, and prating of
Scripture and the millennium, Of Paul
at Ephesus and Daniel in the 'bufiler's"
den. was borne aloft upon the shoulders Of
the huzzaing Americauaes. Half an hour
later ne was sleeping heavily on the floor Of
a cell in the cGlabo.O.
When Parson Jones awoke, bell was
somewhere tolling for midnight. Somebody
was at the door OF his cell with a key. The
lock grated, the door swung, the turnkey
looked in and stepped back. and ray of
moonlight fell upon NJ. Jules st. Ange. The
prisoner sat upon the empty shaekles and
ring bolt in the centre Of the floor.
Misty Poison Jone'.' said the visitor,
softly.
30 Jools!'
"Mais, W at de matter, Poison Jore'!'
"My sine, Joo!s my slnsl'
"Ah! Poison Jone', is that something to
cry. because man get sometime litt' biz
intoxicate! Nais, if man keep all the
time intoxicate, think that is again the
conscien'.'
.Jools, Jools, your eyes is darkened-oh.
Joos, where's my pore old niggah!'
POISON Jone', never min ne is wild Bap-
tistt'
"Where?"
81 don know were-mats he is wid Bap-
LIS 10. Oaplislo Is d " GahS care u
somebody
lis he as good as you, Jules'' asked Jones,
sincerely.
Jules was slightly staggered.
You know, Poison Jone', you know, a
niger can not be as good as a wife man
mails Baptiste is good niger"
The parson mcaned and dropped his chin
into his hands.
II was 10 OF left the for home to morrow,
no ol.ollo
SmyrnS" He deeply sighed.
Poison Jone'," said Jules, leaning against
the wall and smiling swear you is the
moz funny man l ever see. If l was you
would say, me, 'Ah! 'ow l am lucky! the
money l los, it was not mine. anyhow
My faith! shall man make hissef to be the
more sorry because the money he los is not
his Me, | would say, 1t Is specious
providence
.'Ah. Misty Poison Jone'," he continued,
''ycu make go droll sermon ad the bull
ring. Ha! ha! / swear l thing you can
make money to preach thad sermon many
time ad the theatre St. Philippe. Hah!
you is the moz brave dat l never see, nais
ad the same time the moz religious man.
Where I'm goin' to fin one priest to make
like dat! Mois, why you can't cheer mp an
oe Apply! Me, if l should be miserabl' like
that would kill meself.'
The countrymau only shook his head.
.Biea, Poison Jone', l have the SO good
news for YOU
The prisoner looked up with eager in
luiry.
Las evening when they lock you, l
come right OF at NJ. De Blanc's house to
ret you let out of de calaboose; NJ. De Blanc
lie is the Judge. SO soon I was entering
All, Jules, me boy. juz the man to make
complete the game Poison Jone', it was |
l specious providence. | win in tree hours
more dan six hundred dollah. Lookr' He
produced mass of bank notes, J0nS, and |
iue bills.
And you got the pass!" asked the par
,o1, regarding the money with sadness |
10 Jules.
ut is here; it take effect so soon the day
light"
.'Jools, my friend, your kindness is in
ain"
The Creole's face became perfect blank.
Because said the parson, "fOr three |
easons; firstly, have broken the laws and
ught to stand the penalty; and secondly
'Ou must really excuse me, <JoOls, you
now, but the pass has been got unfairly,
m afeerd. You told the judge | was lnno-
ent; and in neither case it don't be come
'hrlstiau (which hope can still say am
ne) to do evil that good nay come i
lust stay"
M. 81. hnge stoOn up aEhaSg ahC lot a
loment speeches., at this exhibition of
loral heroisni; but an artifice was pres
ntly hit upon. ''NaiS, Poison Jone' !'-in
is old falsetto-"de order--you can not
,ad it. it is in French-compel you to go
out, sr!'
is that so'' cried the parson. bounding
o with radiant facets that so, Jools:'
The young man nodded, smiling; but,
rough he smiled the fountain of his tender
Io 49, &C j
oss as the parson knelt in prayer, and
zen whispered Hail Mary" etc, quite