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

steal"-he set foot upon the gang plank
but Colossus wouldn't steal from me. Good
by"
"Misty Poison Jone'," said St. Ange, put
ting his hand ON the parsons arm with
genuine affection, "hol on. You sec dis
money,w'at l win last night Well,
| whit by speciOus providence amt it?'
There's no tellin'," said the humbled
Jones. "Pr0vidence
| Moves in mysterious way
| His wonders to perform"
"Ahw cried the Creole, 'c'est very true
l ged this money in the mysterieuze way
Mus, if keep dis money, you know where
it goin' bs to night"
y really cayn't say" replied the parson
"Goin' to de dew" said the sweetly
smiling young man.
The schooner captain. leaning against the
shrouds, and even Baptiste, laughed out
right.
80 Jools, You mustntw
:Well, den, wat shall do wild it?'
| "Anythingw answered the parson; "bet
ter donate it away to some poor man"
"Ah! Misty Poison Jone', dat is wat
want. You los five hundred dollar'-'twas
me fault"
mo, it want. Jools.'7
MAS, it was"
"It was me fault! I swear it was me
fault! Mais, here is five hondred dollar;
wish you shall take it. Here! don't got
no use for money. Oh, my faith! Poisson
Jone, you must not begin to cry some
/ more"
Parson Jones was choked with tears
When he found voice he said:
80 Joolp, Jools, Jools! my pore, noble
dear, misguldened friend! of you had of he'd
Christian raisin' May the Lord show
you your errors better'n ! kin, and bless
you for your good intentions-oh nc!
| cayn't touch that money with a ten. foot
pole; it want rightly got; you must really
excuse me, my dear friend. but l cayn',
touch it,"
| st. Ange was petrifed.
| Good by, dear Jools,' continued the
parsOn, '1m in the Lords hsynds and he's
very merciful, which hope and trust you'll
| find it out. GOod-by!'-the schooner swang
slowly off before the breeze-"good-b
St. Ange reused himself.
"Posson Jone'! make me hany'ow dis
promise: you never, Dever, nerer will come
| back to New Orleans"
All, JOols, the Lord willin', I'll never
leave home again ~
"All right" cried the Creole; II thiny
he's willin'. Adieu, Poisson Jone'. My faith
you are the go fighting an moz religious
man ever saw. Adieu adieu"
Baptiste uttered cry, and presently ran
by his master toward the schooner, his
hands full OF clods.
st. Ange looked just in time to see the
sable form of Colossus of Rhodes emerge
Smyrna and Bethesda seize him in his EN-
brace.
go Colossus! you Outlandish old niger
Thank the Lord Thank the Lord !"
The little Creole almost wept. He ran
down the tow-path, laughing and swearing,
and making confused illusions to the entire
personnel and furniture Of the lower regions.
By odd fortune, at the moment that ST.
Ange further demonstrated the delight by
tripping his mulato into bog, the schooner
came crushing along the reeky bank with a
graceful curve, the sails tapped, and the
crew fell to polling her slowly along.
Parson Jones was on the deck, kneeling
oLce more in prayer. His ha. had fallen
before him; behind him knelt his slave. In
laundering tones he was c0nfessing himself
"a plum fool" from whom '',he conceit had
been iolted ont" and who had been made to
see that even his ''nigger had the longest
head of the two"
Colossus clasped his hands and groaned.
The parson prayed for contrite heart.
"Oh, yesw cried Colossus.
The master acknowledged countless mer-
cies.
Oats SCI cried the slave.
The master prayed tina. they might still
be .pi,ed on"
GLORY cried the black man, clapping
bis HANDS; "pile on
AN now" continued the parson. bring
this pore, backslidin' jackace of a parson
and this pore ole niger pack TO thar home
in peace"
pray TO de money! called Colossus.
But the parson prayed for jules.
Pray TO de money! repeated the negro.
And oh. give thy servant back that there
lost money!
his still shouting master. st. Apge, the
captain. the crew, gazed in silent wonder at
the sl1ategist. Pausing but an instant
over the masters hat to grin an acknowl-
edgment of his beholders' speechless inter.
est, he softly placed in it the faithfully
III ourned and honestly prayed for Smyrna
fund: then, saluted by the gesticulative,
silent applause of st. Ange and the schoon-
ermen. he resumed his first attitude behind
mia roaring master.
"Onworthy though be-"cried Jones.
"Amen," reiterated the black.
ga a amen!' said Parson Jones.
He rose to his feet, and, STOPPING to
take up his at~beheld the we'll known roll
As one stunned, he gazed for a moment
upon his slave, who still knelt with clasped
hands and rolling eyeballs: but when he
became aware of the laughter and cheers
that greeted him from both deck and shore,
he lifted his eyes and hands to heaven, and
cried like the veriest babe. And when he
looked at the roll again, and Rugged and
kissed it. st. Ange tried to raise a second
shout, bus cboked, and the crew fell 20 their
poles.
And now up runs Baptiste covered with
slime, and prepares to cast his projectiles
The first one fell wide of the mark; the
100 y, <~f
water where the breeze was in her favor;
another shout of laughter drowned the
maedicticns of the muddy man; the sails
filed; Colossus of Rhodes, smiling and
bowling as hero OF the moment, ducked as
the main boom swept round, and the
schooner leaning eighty to tie pleasant
influence, rustled a moment over the
bulcushes, and then sped far away down
the ripping bayou.
NJ. Jules ST. Ange stood long. gazing at
the receding vessel as it now disappeared,
now reappeared beyond the tops of the high
but, when an arm of the for
est hid it finally from sight, ne turned
downward, followed by Unat fagged-out
spaniel, his servant saying as ne turned,
'Baptiste.'
M sieurl'
You know wat goip' 40 vid dis
money!
Non, rs;eur."
"Well, you can strike me dead If don't
,oin' to pay hall my debts, 4Nons!"
He began merry little song to the effect
hat his sweetheart was.a wine bottle, and
master and man, leaving care behind. re-
urned to the picturesque Rue Royale. The
ways of Providence are indeed strange. In |
III Parson Jones after life, amid the many |
,ainful "reminiscences Of his visit to the |
lily of the Plain, the sweet knowledge was |
withheld from him that by the light of the |
virtue that shone from him, even |
q his great fall. Jules St. Ange arose. and |