The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1880-01-30
ONE OF THE GRANDISSIMEs.
In Mr.. George W. Cables new story in

istic piece of writing. The scene ia the
apothecary shop of Joseph Frowenfeld
a northern immigrant in New Orleans
and the time 1904 or 3. The first tc
speak is Mr.. Raoul Innerarity:
"Sieur FrewenfeP ,"he said, advancing
like boy coming in after recess, ~ ave
something beautiful to place into 20
windew."
He wheeled half around as he spoke
and seized from naked black boy, who
at that instant entered, rectangular OBJ
jectenveloped in paper. ssg.
Frowenfeld's window was fast growing
to De place Of art exposition. A pair
of statuettes a golden tohaceo-box, q
costly jewel-casket, or a pair Of richly
geamed horse -pistels-the property of
some ancient gentleman or dame Of ena-
cisBed fortune, and which must be sold
to keep UP the bravery Of good clothes
ard pomade that hid slow starvation,
went into the shop-window Of the ever
obiging apothecary, to be disposed Of by
tombola. And it is worthy Of note in
passing, concerning the moral education
OF one who proposed to make no con-
scious compromise with any sort Of evil,
that in tAs driveling species Of gamb-
ling he saw nothing hurtful or improper.
But Elm Frowenfeld's window" appeared
also articles for simple sale or mere
transient exhibition; as, for instance,
the wonderful tapestries of blind widow
of ninety; tremuNus little bunches of
flowers proudly stated to have been
made entirely Of the bones of the erdi-
nary catfish; Others, large and spreading,
the sight Of which would make any
botanist fall down "and die as mad as the
wild waves be-" whose ticketed merit was
that they were composed exclusively
of materials produced upon Creole
soil; picture Of the Ursulines Convent
and chapel, done in forty minutes by a
child of ten years, the daughter Of the
widow Felicie Grandissime; and the siege
Of Troy in ordinary ink, done entirely
with the pen, the labor Of twenty years,
by "a citizen of New Orleans" It was
natural that these things should come to
"Frowenfeld's Corner" for there, oftener
than elsewhere, the critics were gathered
together. All! wonderful men, those
critics; and fortunately, we have few
still left ...
The young man with auburn curls
rested the edge of his burden upon the
counter, tore away its wrappings and dis
closed a painting.
He said nothing-with his mouth; but
stood at arms length balancing the
painting and casting now upon 1t and
now upon Joseph Prevented look more
replete with triumph than Cssar's three
worded dispatch.
The apothecary fixed upon IL long and
silently the gaze Of a somnambulist. At
length he spoke:
"What is it2''
"Louisiana rif-using to hanter de h.
Union!" replied the Creole, with an
ecstasy that threatened to burst forth in
hip-hurrahs. s.........s
Joseph said nothing, but silently won-
dered at Louisiana's anatomy.
"Gran' subjec'p said the Creole.
Categorical" replied the hard-pressed
apothecary. '.t.e
"Allegoricon? No, sirl Allegoricon
never saw that pigshoe. If you insist to
know who make dat pigshoe-de hartis'
STAN bif'ore you!" .-..,.
at is your workw 20. .r -.
otis de work Of me, Raoul Innerarity,
cousin to de distinguish Henore Grandis-
SINE. / swear to you, sir, on stack Of
Bible as Ugh as yo' headw
He smote his breast. ...
"Do you wish to put it in tho win
dowT' s.t -. - ..E .u
"Yes, seh." .... ...rn.
"For saleT ".".-
M. Raoul Innerarity 'hesitated mo-
ment before replying:
"Sieur Frowenfep, I think tits fool
ishnass to be too proud. eh? want you
to say, MY frien', 'Sieur Innerarity,
never care to sell anything; tits for egs-
hibbyshun'; mais-when somebody look
at it, so," the artist cast upon his work a
look Of languishing covetonsness "you
say, foudre tonnere! what de devil
take dat s-pon-sibble-ty--you can have
her for two hun'red fifty dollahp Better
not be too proud, eh, 'Aeur Frowenfel'T'
"No, sir" said Joseph, proceeding to
place it in the window, his new friend
following him about, spaniel-wise; "but
,ou had better let me say plainly that it
is for sale" % --- "i i'''..is
,"Oh-I don't care -mais-my rillation
will never forgive me! Mais-go-ahead-
I-don'-c -carel IT'S for SALE" ....a,.
"'Sieur Frowenfel," he resumed, as
they came away from the window, Zone
week ago-he held up one finger-what
l was doing? Maxim bill Of ladin', my
faith!-for my cousin Honorel an now
ham hartis'l So soon I foun' dat, I
say, Cousin Honore = the eloquent
speaker lifted his foot and administered
to the empty air a soft, polite kick
never goin' to do anoder lick O work SO
long live; adieup" ...... ..,..
He lifted kiss from his lips and watt
| ed it in the direction of his cousins Of
fee. .t..-. ..a....,. u. ...a .,..L.
"Mr. Innerarity," exclaimed the apoth.
ecary, Il fear YOU are making a great
4 mistake" a.a
"You tink hass too muoh2"
"Well, sir, to be candid, do; but thai