The Lake Charles echo. [volume] (Lake Charles, Parish of Calcasieu, La.) 1876-1898, 1879-06-14

n been elevated, 's1t Il wouldn't ike 10
know what this is all about. Who is
4 she And who's the blue-eyed b0y?"
why, bless me, you've just come,
4 and you don't know, do you, uncle 7"
4 eaid Miss SpooneT, putting the e'pOne"
4 away in her pocket book, and leaning
A back in her chair the better to meet the
ewes of the captain. "She's Mrs. Mont
gomery Montague, charming young
widow, and the blue-eyed boy is her
only child--a lovely babe"
"Babelet, corrected Mrs. DusenDerry,
at the same time playfuliy Ticking the
cheek of a youth at her side, one of the
aforementioned, who In his interest In
Miss Spooner's story had neglected to
fan the rival of Mime. ID. Sevinge, after
having been captured and detailed for
that duty only five minutes before.
"And when her husband died." ccn-
tinued the fair isabella "(he was the
Younger son of an aristocratic English
family, one of the very highest-intimate
with the queen-and he ran away to
this country on lark, and his people
disowned him because they thought he
married below him, though I've no
doubt she was much too good for him,
and he treated her ahOckingly), his
father sent tor the boy, and tore him
from his weeping mothers arms.
"tAnd rocked not tear or prayer
quoted Mrs. DuseLberry.
But why did she let them take
him 2" shouted the captain. T" By hea-
vensl they couldn't have taken him if
she'd @ held ON. Foreigners tearing
citizens of the United States from their
mothers armsi Who ever heard of such
thing before?"
:" Well, they didn't exactly tear him
away" explained his niece.
That's the pOetical way of putting
il" interp0lated Mrs. Dusenberry.
But she was left almost destitute"
Miss Spooner went ON, "and she's a
delicate little thing, and"
Circumstances were too many for
her, /" suggested the pork merchant.
"Just 90" assented his hostess. I" But,
most fortunately, she possessed the gift
of song; and with what her writings
bring her in, and the presents which are
showered on her wherever she goes--she
is such g fRvorite she manages to get
along. I met her at Mrs. Bluelight's
party last winter, and we took such
fancy to each other right of, and she
told me her story In the conservatory
Young Chandler was there, too, but she
didn't see him. He was at the other
end of the room, behind some tall
plants--he was very attentive to her
afterward, and gave her pearl bracelet
on her birthday--and j cried till my
nose looked like a."
Cherry" suggested Mrs. Dusen-
berry. Adding, in a sprightly manner,
2" Captain, If you desert me for this en-
chantress, I'll never forgive you," to
the great establishment of the honest
captain, who had not exchanged three
sentences with the lady, and indeed had
never seen her until this very July
afternoon.
"Well," said Mrs. Spooner, changing
q ring from the iorefnger of her right /
hand to the forefnger of her left, 1--WE
must all be very kind to her. ] sympa-
thize with her with all my heart about
her child. j know how I'D feel if / lost
you, Isabella.''
"fMy babelet sweetl'" murmured
Mrs. Dusenberry, fixing her peculiar
eyes ON her friend, on which the gawky
youth at her side dropped the fan and
burst into q loud outlaw.
+" Huahi" cried Miss isabella; !" Here
she is"
And up the garden walk tripped q
slight, girlish-looking woman, dressed in
a blue-gray silk, with Gainsb0r0ugh
hat, from which f0ated long black
ostrich plume, coquettiahly set on the
back of her head. Her pale yellow hair |
-.
white brow, and she raised q pair of |
lovely yellow-brown eyes to the group
on the veranla.
Miss Spooner, with astonishing quick
ness, considering how stout she was, ran
down the steps and caught her friend in
her arms. "You darling!" she said
with enthueiasm, tive have just been
reading yOur sweet, sweet poem, A
Mothers Wall Welcome to the home
ateadi"
"How beautiful ii is!' said the little
woman, clasping her daintily kidded
hands, and speaking In q low, clear voice,
perfectly audible to the listeners above,
as ahe turned toward the river. a"That
glimpse of the waterl the grand old
trees! the fragrance of the airll and P
raising her beautiful eyes--" the glorious
sky, 90 like" with catch in her breath,
$50 like the eyes of my lost, my darling
boys"
In less thar week every man In that
house was more or less in love with Mrs.
Montgomery Montague--the captain,
the pork merchant, the old clerks, and
the young clerks.
And the women--well the women
didn't like it ss well as they did before
she came. ii
"she's pretty enough and clever
enough" said Mrs Dusenberry, abut j