The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1879-03-02
A VOYAGE ROUND MY POCKETS.

Adapted from the French Of Charles Monselet.
| There is no use my trying to hide the fact
last night was terribly tight. Let him that
Is without sin throw the first bottle.
How came | SOP At an improvlsed little
supper at the Cafe Anglais- that | know
Afterwards me afterwards, Il can
really recall nothing Of what took place
afterwards. A cloudy curtain has descended
upon my memory, like the ent actes curtain
| In fairy extravagauzl.
Something did happen-must have hap
pened; that every thing proves. especially
the fact that slept In my boots and have a
| terribly pale and tired-looking face.
| Nice going5-On, indeed. A man Of twenty
| eight over taken by champagne like a school
boy out for holiday! Disgraceful Is no
| name for IT,
| But how on earth am / TO find out what
servant, but mol all he could do would DO to
say at what time ! got home this morning
Cuvier, they say, from single bone could re-
construct an antedluvian animal; let me see
If from some such point OF departure | cat
not reconstruct my existence during tho last
| twelve hours
But where to look for the bone2 Happy
thought .ha, a ny ny pockgts ! tremble;
| empty. Thunder la, what papers are
| these2 BIZ from the Cafe Anglas. this must
be tho most important document. Salon
No. Al could have bet upon IT,; Il Is my
favorite room. Total, 800 francs" We must
have been going It. though. How many Of
| us We're there and who were We? Probably
some Of tho boys, but which OF them. "Hmi-
tres P0rtugdiacs" that stands for Lucien !;
Arcachon oysters, he pretends, are the only
Il
one That's one "fotnge ne ID PURGE dc
gtbier." II am not mistaken that SOUP
III san that COnllagration WAS suggested by
Maxine That's two. Etiets De sole IL
JOnpWe'-Fetnand, who is n thoroughbred
Orleanist. "Canetons dc hOuen de Forunge"-
precisely; Polastron comes from Rouen
"Sdtdde de tegumes q Ia Rusae'-Semenoff
was there too. "Bombe Ia coudinar'- who the
devil was he anyhow Let-me-see. have
IL; Marcel is Cardinal Donnet's cousin.
Lucen, Maxine. Fernand, PoastrOn Sem
enof, Marcel and myself the party s made
up. Fetch on your Edgar Allan Pons! ANY
wOmenp Probably there were. Certainly
there were, or else these photographs lie most
foully on their cards 1t is ALL the fashion for
supperesses To distribute their photographs
by tho pack. That's Henrietta, with her
galvanized smile. This Is the eternal Jenny.
In powder and smiling over her weather
shoulder at tho risk Of dlSlocatlng her neck
And this is-who is ehe2 don't know that /
ever saw her. Singular. Not SO bad-looking
Is number three; In tact. she is rather inclined
to be good-looking. Head small and cast in
the modern mold. no forehead, very iittis
nose and mere suspicion Of a mouth; moth
Ing but eyes, b they are glorious, and what
lashes Fair, | take 1t, ana I'm glad she is
Those little curls on her forehead must look
like golden smoke.
Young a mere chiId-seventeen at the
most Modest, Judge from her dress, which
II purltancally plain and high. What u
figure! Our forefathers would have com
pared her to q willow, but our forerathprs
never We're strong In the matter Of slmlies
No earrings, no bracelets. Who the deuce
could she have been? Where did she come
from, and how did she get there2 1t is evil
dent that she sat by my-in NV quality rs
amphtryOn l cal have permitted nothing
else. | must have talked with her-made a
fool Of myself, offended her probably, and
got drunk to drown my sorrow.
Well, In salon No. IA there were nine of
us. three OF the sex to which we owe our
mothers. So much for the actors, but where
Is the drama? Let me proceed on my jour
ney through my pockets.
Two cards-"R de Fayet Moret 6eutennnf
dnr chasseurs n pied.' "Jules ButhUt, caDi-
tame du lie de Hgne" What is the meaning
OF this2 | never knew 50 many officers In
my life.
have it-there has been quarrel and we
have exchanged cards. That's the drama;
one duel at least, possibly two. But what
with, what about aud with whom What WAS
the provocation? ! know that am abomn-
ably quarrelsome when I'm tipsy, but was |
the challenger or the Chalsrged? That left
cheek Of mine does look little swollen; o.
blow, doubtless. Thundcrl There Is pencil
ed memorandum IN the pastabOard Of the
lieutenant, "BUiS de Boulogne-10 o'clock"
Phew! Have time toget there? Oh. hor
ror; 1t Is on the strOkeof noon. | ain a dis
honored man-posted rs a coward by this
time, and VINO will believe that | oversight
myself. | have hardly courage to take
another step, but on-on. Let me know the
worst.
A handkerchief-a fine cambric-a baronial
crest IN the corner. Young man you're on
the high road to the gall0ws now; pocket
picking or highway robbery sure.
tOb, my poor head, my poor headD
And where did that nOsegay ut my button
hole come from The little pansies are droop-
ing and the thread il united. | never can
have bought such trumpery thing from n
Hover girl; it WAS given to me or else | took
1t. 1t was given to me. of course. This is
the sequel Il the story Of that little blonde.
She gave it to me, knowing ! was about to
tight-probably TO fight for her That must
be 1t.
My apprehension redouhles Awhile ago
wished to know all now fear to learn too
much. What III found
Why, contound it, this isn't my overcoat!
My overcOat Is chestnut colored and this
one has the hue Of the Corinthiau grapel
have been travelling round some one elscs
pockets!
But this not being my overcoat it follows
that
The duel isn't mine.
The bill wasn't mine
The photographs amt mine
The cards weren't given to me.
No more was the bouquet.
Nor did | steal the handkerchief
Saved saved
And my romance about the pretty blonde
that wasn't mine, either. Upon my word, I'm
sorry.
Happy thought-the photographer'u know
who she is
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