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

hurt him in any way he can-and know
he will even try to kill him. Oh! my
Godr'
She struck her hands together above
head, and burst into food of tears. Her
father looked upon her with such sad
sternness as his tender nature was capable
Of He laid hold of one of her arms to
draw a hand from the face whittier both
hands had gone.
ssYou know something else," he said;
ssyou know that the major loves you, or
you think 80; is it not true2"
She dropped both hands, and, lifting
her streaming eyes that had nothing to
hide straight to his, suddenly said:
II would give worlds to think so? and
sunk upon the floor.
He was melted and convinced in one
instant.
20 my child, my child" he cried, try
ing to lift her. 20 my poor little Pau
line, your papa is not angry. Rise, my
little one; SO; kiss me; Heaven bless thee!
Pauline, treasure, what shall I do with
thee? Where shall hide thee?"
"You have my counsel already, papa?"
eyes, my child, and you were right.
The Cafe des Exiles never should have
been opened. 1t is no place for you; no
place at ALL"
.sLet us leave it," said Pauline.
sAh, Pauline, I would close it to-mor-
row if I could, but now it is too late; l
can not"
sWhy?" asked Pauline pleadingly.
She had cast an arm about his neck.
Her tears sparkled with smile.
T M foil
must 60 now to bed; good night-or good
morning; God keep you!
swell, then, papa, she said, ''have no
fear; you need not hide me; ! have my
prayer-book, and my altar, and my gar
den, and my window; my garden is my
fenced city, and my window my watch
tower; do you see?'
"Ah, Pauline" responded the father,
II have been letting the enemy In and out
at pleasure"
"Good night" she answered, and kissed
him three times on either cheek; ''the
blessed Virgin will take care Of us; good
night; he never said those things; not he;
goodnight"
The next evening Galahad Shaughnessy
and Manuel Mazaro met at that every diff
ferent" place, the Cafe des Refugees. There
was much free talk going on about Texan
about chances Of war with
Mexico, about San DOMINICAN affairs, about
Cuba and many etceteras. Galahad was
in his usual gay mood. He strobe about
among mixed company of Louisianais,
Cubans and Americans, keeping them in
a great laugh with his account of one of
Ole Bulls concerts, and how he had there
10 frovo NJ or9 Nina
Devoti to attend one of their famous chill
dren's fancy dress balls.
"Halloo !" said he, as Mazaro ap-
cheers the ETHEREAL Angelica
herself. Look out heer, sissy, why arnt
ye in the maternal arms of the Cafe des
Exiles?"
Mazaro smiled amiably and sat down.
A moment after the Irishman, stepping
away from his companions, stood before
the young Cuban, and asked, with quiet
business air:
"Dye want to see me, Mazaro?"
The Cuban NODDED, and they went aside.
Mazaro, in q few quick words, looking at
his pretty foot the while, told the other on
no account to 60 near the Cafe des Exiles,
As there we're two men hanging about
there, evidently watching for him and -
"Wuts the use O that" asked Gala
had: 81 say, wut's the use o that"
Major Shaughnessy's habit of repeating
part of his words arose from another, OF
any person who might be
speaking.
They must know-I say they must
know that whenever I'm nowhns else I'm
beer What do they want?'
Mazaro made gesture, signifylng eau
ton and secrecy, and smiled, as ii to say
you ought to know.
Aha said the Irishman softly. "Why
don't they come here?'
"Z-afrai," said Mazaro; ''d'they frai' to
10 an'teen cen d-these-a Growth
ssThat's So" said the Irishman: 81 say,
that's so. If 1 don't feel very much
like go-un, III not go; I say, I'll not go.
We've no business tonight, eh, Mazaro:'
mo, Senor.'
A second evening was much the same,
AIazaro repeating his warning. But when,
IN the third evening, the Irishman again
repeated his willingness to stay away from
he Cafe des Exiles unless he should feel
strongly impelled to go, it was with the
mental reservation that he did feel very
much in that humor, and, unknown to
Iazaro, should thither repair, if only to
zee whether some Of those deep old fellows
we're not contriving practical joke.
"Mazaro," said he, III want ye to wait
1eer till come back. say want We to
wait heer till l come back; Ill be gone
about three-duarters of an hour.
llazaru ,sseuted. He saw with satisfac-
ion the Irishman start in direction OPP
oosite that in which lay the Cafe des Exiles,
arried fifteen or twenty minutes, and then,
linking he could step around to the Cafe
les Exiles and return before the expira-
ion of the allotted time, hurried out.
Meanwhile the Cafe des Exiles sat in the
with her children about her
eet. The company outside the door was
thinner than common. M.
O'Hemecourt was not among them, but |
vas sitting in the room behind the cafe.
The long table which the burial society
Used at their meetings extended across
he apartment. and lamp had been placed |
lpon it. NJ. DHemecourt sat by the |
amp. Opposite him was chair, which
eemed awaiting an expected occupant. |
Beside the old man sat Pauline. They |
we're talking in cautious undertones, and
n French
"No," she seemed to insist; eve do not |
Know that he refuses to come. We only
NOW that Manuel says so"
The father shook his head sadly. |
When has he ever stayed away three |
lights together before?" he asked. ono,
nv child: is Intentional. Manuel urges
lin to come, but he only sends poor ex-
USES"
But" said the girl, shading her face
rom the lamp and speaking with sudden
less, why have you not sent word to him
" some other persona"
M. D'Hemecourt looked up at his
laughter a moment, and then smiled at |