St. Landry democrat. (Opelousas, La.) 1878-1894, 1886-06-26
DEFORMED TED.
Beauty and Death Wrought Into
His Poor Life.

"And oh, Ted! To crown it all she's
perfect sunbeam" the girl said,
stroking with one hand the lame boy s
palm that lay in Der lap and triumph
antly flying a letter with the other "a
shame for the gods to shower SO much
upon one woman. Talk about equal
distribution! They're just as partial as
they can be, heaping up great boards of
gold in one place and leaving a little
ugly bare spot right next to it in the
other Not until the words left her
lips did she realize the force OF the COM
parison, when smothering the unshapely
little form in her own round symmet-
rical arms, and kissing away all pain
from the sensitive features she cried
over and over again, ''Oh, Ted! Say
you know | didn't mean it, say you
know didn't mean it
Young Gotham Goldhtwaite, justup
for judicious admixture of bass fishing
and time-killing, took the ribbons to
pass the ''Bayview' carriage, and hay
ing executed the go-by in his usual
swell fashion vowed IF his pincenez
didn't deceive him that was the most
beautiful woman he had ever seen. y
Beautiful, wealthy, witty. What COM
bination better calculated to pass a
young woman on in the world? 1t was
ssMiss Drelincourt'' over at the ''Pavil-
ion;'' Miss Drelincourt'' out on the
bay; Miss Drelncourt'' at the station,
on the cars, down to New York; and
the first inquiry of young swelldom up
from the city, where the fair Louisian-
aise was to be seen. Her face was "a
poem, her voice music" her dancing
'sa revelation and her draperes "a
DREAM If she passed every one flew
to the windows to see her 60 by: war
bled one of her Creole chansons there
was breathless silence; swept down the
room in young Goldthwaite's embrace,
one after another dropped out to watch
her dance, and in boating dress or ball
room costume she always sprang upon
the enraptured vision equal to expect
ancy, in the daintiest detail of die
And Miss Parquette BreliAcourt was
to transfer her charms to the fashionable
summer home of her friend, Miss Bow
ering. So when La Belle Creole stepped
from the car platform into Nette Bow
ering's welcoming arms, she was vised
and passed on among the will dos by
the fashionable crowd of train arrivals,
as she was driven away upon the bay
view cushions with Nettie and Nettie' s
pert little pug between. To Ted no
Aurora fresh from downland carried
more dewyness with her than his sister,
friend In the height of her triumphs
he was never forgotten; rose from her
bosom, lichen from her rambles, a
shell from the beach-party, a rocomte of
her pleasurings, always a something to
make pain little more supportable for
him. What wonder such altruism won
over his cynical nature and such lowell
ness set even his pulse athrill? Far into
the night in sheeted ghostliness would
he lie, his face upturnedto the moon, to
fall asleep and dream. He was after all
as other men, her face upon his bosom,
her breath within his hair, brought back
by the merry inwafting of voice from
the veranda to a consciousness of his
cursed deformity.
This especial Fourth of July was to
be made memorable by an unusually
brilliant bay party and the christening
of Goldthwaite's new yacht, the Par
uuette. The programmes standing
off toward Fire Island and the Atlantic
during the heat Of the day, Islip and its
pyrotechnics on the return, and moon
light and an in-serving tide for the
homeward run. In the hustle of has
ket-packing Ted, glancing up, an
nounced his intention to be counted
OUT Nettie looked despairingly, Par