Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1883-08-22

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| from the San Francisco CALI
NIGHT IN new ORLEANS.
There were two of us chatting and
smoking cigarettes at the corner OF O.
nal and st. Charles Streets, in that
quaint and strange old city, New Or
leans-a city of never-ending charms,
and OF queer phases of life and mystic.
RES without number; a miniature Paris,
with its bijou theaters in the French
quarter, where the play is in French,
and the English language is foreign
tongue; and where the men wear their
hats, and the ladies sip absinthe and puff
dainty rings of cigarette smoke from
pretty mouths.
"Well, where shall we go tonight p
Morlan asked me.
"Grand Opera House," suggested.
What-aren't you tired of Janaus-
chek's diamonds YETI"
"WeIl. say the Varieties"
"There is nothing there but the fres-
Going in the lobby"
"Academy?"
"Bah p
We smoked away in silence, and final
~ decided to see Nile. Mathilde at LIE
Petit Franchise TEeater, on Chartres
Street.
elf Golson is in the crowd, we'll ap-
preciate him. Aha there he is now.
Golson, come hither!" cried Morlan.
A number of young men had crossed
Canal Street, and were passing up St.
Charles toward Common, others contin-
uing their way along Canal to Baronne.
A handsome, small, delicate student
emerged from the crowd. He bad hands
as white as woman's, long, black hair,
a pale, thoughtful face, and large, calm,
expressive eyes. was introduced to
him, and he grasped my hand warmly
and firmly.
"Have you anything to do tonight,
Golson ?" asked Morlan.
"Anything to do? Oh, yes, ONE in
fernal thesis, I believe; but hang the
thesis-and, by George! the dissection,
too: Where are You going ?"
"To the French theater.''
"What. the absinthe and the head
ache? Come with me to the college.
My little girl will do the tight-rope from
the roof, and will introduce you, urg-
ed Golson.
We turned up st. Charles Street to
Common, down Common to Baronne and
the college. Crowds were beginning to
gather at this point. We threaded our
way through the throng that pressed
against the railing around the college
gard, and entered small door at the
side. We climbed four flights of dark,
dismal stairs, and stumbled at the turn
ings. We felt our way along q hall per-
vaded by stiaed blackness and a musty
smell from the dissecting rooms. The
light from the street below streamed
meagerly through window, and showed
us the dim outline of a perpendicular
ladder near the extremity of the hall.
We climbed and crawled through q hole
in the ceiling. Here the darkness was
intense. We found another ladder close
at hand, and by feeling for the rounds
gained the top and emerged upon a steep
roof.
We looked around. New Orleans lay
at our feet in all the glory of starry
night. On the south, We could trace the
river winding in crescent form around
the city. and rejecting the colored lights
from the shipping. Away to the north
of the lake. To the southeast lay the
French Quarter, with it's tall, old-fash-
toned houses and it's narrow streets. To
the westward Upper Town stretched it's
wealth and grandeur over a large area.
Under our feet was the glare from Canal,
st. Charles, Camp, Common, Baronne,
Carondelet, and Tchoupitoulas Streets.
A parapet about twelve inches high
was all that could have preserved us
FROM the morgue, if the foot had slipped
an inch, or the treacherous slate had
broken. Three persons were standing
in the gutter against the parapet. Of
these, two were rough looking men; the
third was woman in tights and short
skirts, covered with spangles and stars
and gold lace. The men were engaged
with certain pulleys and cords in draw
ing to greater tension the wire cable
that stretched from the parapet of the
college to the building opposite. The
woman was standing in the shade of the
parapet and looking down abstractedly
upon the thousands of human beings
who packed the street and whose up
turned faces, so expressive of anticipa-
ton, she seemed to be studying atten-
lively.
"Already here, Zoe ?" asked Golson,
in his soft, smooth voice.
The woman started and turned quick
~ toward him, an expression of intense
happiness lighting up her face.
said. II was afraid, but 1 am strong
your"
Certainly not. You are very fool
ish to ask such question"
He introduced us as his friends, and
she greeted us pleasantly. She had
rather an agreeable face, though we
could not see distinctly, the only light.
ing being that of the stars and the faint
glow of the lamps and torches below.
In any event she had pleasant voice
and that was sufficient. A shawl was
thrown over her bare shoulders and
arms, but she shivered in the night air.
81 was thinking, Goldy," she said,
and more decided shivering shook her
delicate frame; 81 wonder what they
would think, and how they would feel
down there" -...
Nonsense, little Zoel" .'....-.
She laughed softly and put her arm
through Golson's aud looked up into bis
face with q touching tenderness and reli-
ance. She again scanned the crowd.
swell, but suppose Ishould. Do you
think they'd care? Or would they say
I was little fool and it served me
right?'
"What is the matter, pet p
oh, nothing nothing whatever, I"
and she laughed again musically. .sI
was simply thinking. I remember that
long time ago, when I Was 9 child, and
my father Was letting me stand on his
hand while herode two horses backward
around the ring-and was terribly
frightened once when the horses. became
wild with fear or something II don't re-
member what -and BE- caught me STRONG
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