Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-07-13
THE RACIAL BROTHERS.


Mardi Gras has been an universally
merry day, and still in the early night
hours thrOngs surged upon the streets;
maskers FASTENED to their various object
i've points or wandered in wanton aimless-
ness; shouts Of laughter, jests. greetings
and myriad festal cries assailed the ear;
numbers of vehicles ratified over the
payements. and glimpses Of figures in
domino or ball costume within them
presaged a succeeding night Of similar
gayety.
There was a SOiree BsdSqltee at the resi-
dence of TheOphile st. Pol, Rue des Rem
parts. The parlors, halls and upper front
rooms were brilliantly lighted, doors and
windows thrown open upon broad veran-
das. The guests were select and multi
tudinOus; a long file Of carriages stood
along the street, where, at the gate, an
eager crowd of l0okers-on were gathered.
Nine. st. Pol was exceedingly solicitous,
bejeweled and powdered. Mile. st. Pol
was in mask. and TheOphile himself was
very jovial, and, despite his years. uDi-
quitous.
A Dominican monks white garb con-
cealed the person Of the talented young
juriscOnsul, Lucien Massey, who, after
having fiirted with almost every other fair
reYeller, was now bent upon determin-
Ing the identity Of certain pair Of
black eyes that cleaned from behind a
silken mask worn by peasant girl Of
Normandy.
From room to room he pursued her.
She. in like spirit Of adventure, led him
on, pausing for mOmentary exchange of
words, but adroitly avoiding the tying
Of lengthy conversation, as If she did
not recognize him instantaneously, and
he her. From parlor to hall, again and
again, the sweet chase continued; from
parlor to hall, out Of hall to garden, into
the open air, where at a hidden turn in
the walks she stopped and demanded in
fr0lic-anger to know why he persisted in
this discOurteous pursuit.
81 beg pardon, mademoiselle," said Luz
Glen, ''but l thought l saw in your form
and eyes a very dear acquaintance"
''And her eyes," rejOined the masker;
''of what color are theyr
''Blue, mademoiselle; the skies are not
so blue, nor the poOl-starring rises" He
spoke CALAMITY, but he lied.
'HOw like good Dominican you talk!
Are you sure, quite surep
ssQuite sure"
The peasant girl laughed merrily, but
with just a touch of jealousy.
'LOOk close, father" said she; and she
turned her face so that the clear moonshine
fell upon it.
81 was mistaken said he, with irritat-
1u- Cd1uluGsSs anu Yet
.And yet!'
thinking upon it, perhaps, after all,
her eyes are black-sincerely and truly
speaking, they are black = black, of
course"
''Traitorl' cried she, show could you
cheat me SOP
''And," continued Lucien, ''if am not
again mistaken, the owner Of the blue
or balck eyes-as you please-is Mile. St.
Pol"
''And le pere Dominique is NJ. Lucien
Massey"
ssDominus robiscumi my child. But how
did you guess it, mon Gnle my soul?'
and the monk put his arm about the girlish
waist in a very secular fashion, to say the
least, when
smile. Gabrielle:''. exclaimed a harsh
voice, in stern depreciation, and turning
about Lucien encountered the scOWling
visage of an unmasked French gendarme,
who unceremOniously and assumptuously
marched the peasant girl into the house.
This fleshly apparition was Gaspard
Racial.