The Dawson journal., 1883-07-26
Lottery Of Death.
mel Forty Years Ago BE
a p RIVAL Suffers tsf y
'"'V New Orleans Belie.
a.s rimes.Democrat.

"a. A-o,r Orleans lllllco-A ~.
New Ta..erdav, intently gazing into .
,~ window on Canal street, 9
sn lahIe 'Wbite-hairedold gentleman
fes so1led memories of a tragedy
rt tSiob in the hurly-b urly Of life,
T gaan,s to have passed into oblivion.
SeT EN- 1S4l, outside of the city prop
a there was, perhaps, no more de-
f q, ' place or resort than ct the
psron bridge. It was par excel
i pay the great suburban 'attrac-
i ltn'C ot the time, and between boat
!m narties on the waters of the
psraI, and card reunion over the
1 p% of old Barledue's gambling
s saT,( out there, the tennessee
5~,T Of New Orleans of that day
mana managed quite comfortably to
while lli, away many aleisure moment
Possibly no Two young men enjoy
aJ the hospitality of Barbecue
i more M than Alphonse Riviere and
Hen Dolegrave; in fact, most of
+bo;r afternoons were spent in the
dimlv lighted saloon of the old
aan,ster at whose shrine all the
card loving element of the city
paid homage. j..
Riviere was dashing fellow of
& % with n large estate in the parish
\ Of St James, and a round account
in the old Union Bank. He had
nassed successfully through the
fEcole Polytechnique in France,
had taken a boat in Algeria and
returned to Louisiana as accom-
i plished and companionable a gen.
ttleman as one could wish to chat
with. He was fond of horses, his
wine, and quiet game of cards.
Refined in his manner and digni-
fed in his department., he was
warm favorite wherever he went,
and his entry into old Barledue's
establishment was always the sig
nal for a cordial greeting from all
who might be present.
On this particular June after
noon Riviere, with the activity of
a gymnast, leaped from his buggy
in front of the saloon, and throw
ing the reins to his negro servant
told him to drive to the shade of
the pecan trees in the yard.
Switching delicate, ivory-headed
cane with a nervous, jerky motion,
he crossed the broad gallery, and
mannounced entered the gambling
room. Most of the players were
wrapped in attention to the game,
bat one there was who turned his
head at the entrance of the last
conner. This was Delegrave. He
felt that a crisis was at hand, but
even with this knowledge he did
not strive to elude its coming.
That morning he had been accept
ed as the betrothed Of Mime. Celes-
tin, one Of the most beautiful and
wealthy widows Of the lower coast,
and Riviere, who had been for the
past year her most devoted admir-
er, was left tonurse his dfssppoiAt-
ment as an unsuccessful sutton
Rlviere had had no hesitancy in
letting the world know that he
wanted to marry the coquelish lit
tie widow, and further he, in very
slain way give people the informa-
ton that he did not want interlo-
pers paying their devoirs at the
same shrine. These matters are
hard to arrange exactly as one
would wish. One fhds much diff
tculty in closing all avenues of
approach, for love is not unlike
light which the photographer in
his dark room finds SO much Diff
Guilty IN keeping out. Il steals in
under doors, through nail holes
and even down the chimney. At
least so it had been the case at
Nine. Celestin's, for jealous and
Watchful of rivals as Riviere was,
Deiegrave had madet the conquest
under the very eyes of the enemy,
and the widow had that day Sc
informed the unsuccessful sutton.
Klylere was very pale as he ap-
preached I, the group of men around
u the table. What with the yellow
light shining through the curtains
and his bloodless appearance, he
seemed rather CHASTITY corpse than
a a living body, but thereTwas. mo-
ton and voice in him which soon
dlspelled such an illusion.
AS he neared Delegraye the lat
ter turned to confront him, when
R,viere, with a voice that seem
eel to come from behind the door
OF tomb, said: "Delegrave we
cannot 8 live on this globe together;
1t is not large enough"
Delegrave quietly putting his
cigarette, In cold and i'm pressive
Tone 70 replied: eyes; you annoy me.
y, would be better if you were
dead ~ asssa1#s,ss -
Klviere's face flushed, and reach
ing forward, he laid the back of