Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-08-20
MARGARET OF ORLEANS.
Her Wonderful Life and Her Deeds
 of Charity.
Her Free Bread Carts - No One Went Hungry When Within the Souns2 of Her Wheels-A Grand
 Character.

II wonder if it idealiZes hcr?"
 We stand beside the statue of this famous woman, Margaret of New Orleans: and, after the manner of strangers, conjecture on what we for the first time see.
 "Not at all" a voice answers in the soft Southern tongue, It looks just like her"
 "Ah, thank you. You live here?"
 1T was born here; this is my homc."
 You were here during the wa-, and yellow fever, and every thing? ana was Ben Butler so dreadful? and have yoS seen Cable2"
 4 nod answers each one of my co-npon- ions impetuous queries.
 '' How deliohtfulr' concludes my friend, but the lady shakes her head and taps her fan lightly on the girls soft cheek, and says, musingly: 1t did not seem as if would live through it, but I have, and now comes one who calls my trials 'dehgAtful.' How cruel.''
 An. pardon But was thinking cf that charming man who wrote the delicious Mme. Delphine.' I was thinking how per- fectly lovely it must be to live here and know him-aud then to live in a city that has had such q history-it Is so romantic. And can you tell us any thing about Mar garetp'
 "This little space-' Margaret's piece 1t is called-is pleasant spot to rest in
 " iIAA NAAS AAH IeeliSLA+ S4N IIA 1l4U1C 14A than in words, we seated ourselves near our new acquaintance on the settees in th9 little park
 The perfume of March roses overhangs the city; WIG forget in it's deliciousness the signs of decay that in portions Of that quaint old town impart a pensivc 1elan- choly te its beauty. Near by us in the green grass is a pool set about with low korder of cactus; a mimic'fort, with all it's brsstling ] l-Na n- from the ramparts which are guarding with such herccness only a lazy fleet of water lilies, under the shade of which there is a whirl of goldfish. 4 stone footbridge crosses the pool and spans the river of cact It IS a very odd and tasteful device, this pool; and the little park in which it is placed is unique ill it's way. There is nothing overdone, neither neglected. It is well-kept, re- freshing, simple setting for the statue itself.
 "She was worling-woman-a servant here. When l first remember her I was living near here, and she was taking care of the cows in stable that stood almost on the very spot where her statue stands now She was working then for the Sisters of the asylum. She fed and mlll1ed their COWS, and sold milk in q cart about the city. She was strange-looking person-remarkable in her appearance. think now as I recall her she had broad forehead, serious eyes, pleasant, broad smile, q rather short, stout figure. do not suppose she ever in her life wore any dress better than a Guinea l blue calico; she always wore heavy shoes and a black straw bonnet trimmed with a neat band of black over the top From my | residence l could see her many times Q day | while she was at her stable work or coming | back and forth with her milk cans. "Wh hat was her name? Her name was | Margaret Hauggery; she had been married, | and at that time was a widow. Her hus- band and little child died just after she came to New Orleans; so we learned after she became famous. She was alone and | poor in strange country, and went to work in the stables for living. Somehow, every l body liked Margaret; her smile was sweet and her words shrewd. The children called her Margaret, and she knew their names 1 and answered their salutations along tho street as she drove by in the milk cart. After some years Margaret had saved enough to buy bit of ground that had on it small bakery. The place was sold for 6 | trltie, but now Margaret was in royal trim, | land owner and manufacturer; for she ] opened the shop and began bread and pie making for the neighbors. Presently there
 was large bakery built; soon bread carts | were running over the city bearing the
 words 'Margaret's Bakery It became the
 fashion to buy at Margaret's place. During
 war, pestilence and disaster Margaret
 f1res were never out, and the delicious rolls
 kept up their weight and quality, no matter
 what else in life failed. Then she began
 running her free bread carts during the
 fever panic. No one went hungry who was
 within sound of her cart wheels From
 that time on no one need go hungry ia New
 Orleans-those too poor to buy wora given
 a loaf fresh and white as the best, and ii
 was given heartily, with God bring thee
 better times.' There was no distinction in