The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1878-05-05

HOW THE TRUST WAS FULFILLED.

HOW THE TRUST WAS FULFILLED
When the combined guardians Of La
grange first practiced to deceive, they
did not forecast the tangled web whose
pleasant intrcacies and sinuosities they
were presently to weave. And when
Capt. Rats calmly announced to his
gentle confederates his intention OF
writing bis firstlefter in loco parentis-
to the orphaned girl with his left hand
explaining to her the thereby changed
chirography through the ingenious fic-
to his right-it was accepted with accla-
nation. You see." said the Captain
sententiously, every man sIings ink
with his left hand vt about the same
gait. The style amt pretty nor plain,
bat she'll never hnd out it ain t the old
mans"
The possibility Of detection thus OBJ
viated-and, indeed. it afterward ap-
peared that the simple minded girl
dwelt more auxiously upon the dis
comforts OF the accident to her father
than on his changed and almost illegi-
BILE hand-various other gentle frauds
and deceits were used in the correspond
ence. A certain emulation Of the Cap
tian's skill and Importance as q cores
pondent grew up among the other guar
dams. They began to make sugges-
tiOns OF their own, until at last steamer
day brought them generally together in
conclave, in the Darkroom Of the saloon,
where the fortnightly epistle was die
tated finally by all. Capt. Rats pride,
which at first resented this interference
was finally placated by the compromise
that the composition or wording" of
the letter should be his own, atttf oHgtf
the subject matter might be various
contribution.
The result Of this unhallowed colIaho-
ration was a series of the most extraor-
binary letters ever Inflicted on single
correspondent. 1t was not long before
their fame passed beyond the horizon
Of their fair recipient. "Do You know,
papa DEAR" wrote the simple girl from
the seclusion OF Nine. mborion's
Academy; "do you know your letters
are so very, Uery interesting. l could
not help showing them to some Of the
girls here? Your account (the ColOnel's)
of the fight with the bear WAS 80 reai
that / almost saw it. / laughed till [
cried over that funny story OF the China
man mending your clothes "a character
istic contribution from Horton), but
then I did cry really, too. papa,
over what you Fleet) said about
your feelings that Sunday you saw
the sunset from the poor little forlorn
cemetery on the hill. Oh, papal it
was just lovely-and 80 sad-so very
sad Mary Ricketts, said it was just
like Shakespeare, and she knows, oh,
so much, and is considered very, very
smart! They all think l ought to be so
fond Of my dear papa, as if l wanted
anything to make me love him! She,
Mary. asked me il you were very old,
and [ said you couldn't be very-are
your Then that was very good about.the
mines that you tthe ColoneD wrote.
Nine. Brimborion asked permission to
copy that part where you (the Colonel
describe the manner OF reducing ores
she said it was so instructive and valu
able. Dear papa, how much you do
know! But [ think [ like you better
when you're a little-just a little sad,
and say such sweet things about the
landscape and your longings. I'm sure
you're real poet, papa-ain't you?"
1t is scarcely necessary to say that
when this letter was read Fleet coughed
slightly. colored perceptibly, muttered
something vaguely about ''really hav-
only that he had dictated to Capt. r ITS
some suggestions that he Thought
might please the young thing" etc,
nor that u slight feeling of jealousy
crept into the breasts of all but the COM
placent Captain. Indeed, the Colonel is
said to have afferward remarked aside
to Horton that he was of the opinion
that Fleets slap doodle" and ''purp
stuff" wasn't exactly the thing ''to ladle
OUT to young girl that was already
"overdosed with chewing gum and lie
orice;" and Feet is reported to have
cautioned Capt. Rats against the free
dom of some OF the Colonel's stories.
'Ez fur as the wordin' goes" explained
Capt. r ITS, 81 plays nav own cards; so
don't you get skeert! On'y the other
day, tellin' that story about the coon
hunt, the Kernel allowed the dogs
vas hell bent on gettin' the coon.
L ,rd love ye; do We think I set that
down for that little gals eye? Not much
[ jst sat down sorter keerless and |
quiet like, and snugs her this: Mean
while, the noble hounds, justly emula- |
ting the feverish impatienca and ambi-
Iious spirit OF their master! Lord, it's |
easv enough to tnrn the Kernel into de-
cent English-ef you've got the sabe
Why, IT'S jist wonderful how keerless
men is in their composition. Why even |
you. Fleet, he'd to take you down last
letter. Don't We mind we was lettin' on
about Night walkin' in her scant robes
o the hill Did ye think was goin'