Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1889-06-28


that night In the old faubourg Of New
Orleans; perhaps in the grandeur of
her present position there was no
have been so full of laughing sun
shine and overlooking with ripping
melody but for having known her.
Or, who knows2 Does a woman ever
really forget9 Can she ever entirely
obliterate the memory of one who has
called into her heart the sweetest
and tenderest emotions 1t has ever
known, even though beauty and
wealth smile on every side and the
measure of her ambition is full7 Ali
may be the memory of those bygone
happy days would sometimes come
upon her and emotions of the long
forgotten hours thrill her once again,
as they used to do in the past; but
brushing away the unhallowed tear,
she turned her thoughts TO the new
and absorbing duties of her state; and
he, within the dim twilight Of Old New
Orleans, hearing of her brilliant tri-
umphs and successes, might well
whisper to his heart, "She has for
gotten allp
But all this was many years ago.
Time came and wrought its changes,
and one by one those who had built
the early fortunes of the city passed
away. The city itself spread out
toward the woods; the crayfsh and
alligator had to seek another home.
Beyond the limits of Canal street, to
the establishment of the ancient quar-
ter, another New Orleans arose, and
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cations grew and began to blend, de-
spite chronic croaking and unsavory
predictions; and while each retains
its marked characteristics the homeol-
ogamation continues to this day; so
that in the process of time new race
will spring up in which all the chiv-
airy and pride of the one will be
united with the broad, liberal spirit
and progressive ascendency of the
other. And the scientific world will
havea new and interesting subject for
investigation: psychologists will have
another species of duodality of mind
matter to analyze and reduce to har-
monious whole.
In this new world on the Mississippi
there seemed little need of the bent
old man who used to go about the
streets Of the faubourg, his gray locks,
unkempt, unshaven and hanging
loosely about his neck; his shoes worn
beyond recognition as such; his clothes
threadbare and patched with scraps
of various hues, calico, muslin or
wooden, it mattered little OF
which. Small sympathy was mani.
tested for him, for it seemed somehow
an understood fact that he had piles
and piles of gold hidden away some
where, no one knew, and that he de-
prived himself of every comfort that
goes to make life sweet and interest.
ing, and that in his greed for the ac-
emulation of riches he had been
known to live on a five cent sour
bone for three days, and on the fourth
still find sufficient sustenance thereon
to appease his hunger.
There he goes, the stingy old mi
SER the boys would call after him; she
wouldn't give fellow a nickel; not
he, lie vieuX miserable. Let us pelt
him with mud" He is too stingy tc
live" Say, old fellow, why dom
you buy yourself pair of new shoes
How long are you going to wear thai
hat2 Tell us where you have YOU
money hid" and like questions greet
ed him whenever he appeared on the
streets. No one would have ever be
lieved that he had once been young
and handsome and merry as the mer
riest; that hopes and ambitions once
proudly swelled within his bosom
that there had been lost chord in hi:
life; girl with the dark and dreamy
eyes of Spain had played thereon an6
snapped the golden string, and tina
the melody thenceforth was forever
hushed. Then gold had become hi.
god; the sole aim of existence; i
danced forever before his eyes like &
fairy elfin; he saw in dreams at nigh
Golfers filled with the yellow shining
metal; he awoke in the morning light
and if perchance a sunbeam CLEANED
athwart his pallet he stretched hi
hand out eagerly and sought to clutcl
it in his grasp, installing it in his on
absorbing passion for the treasure h,
coveted And all this because of ,
woman's alluring smile and tender
sympathetic glance from her teiltal
eyes.
Emerson says that every one SHOULD
justify himself for living. There wa
Justification in the apparently useles
life of this New Orleans miser
While the populace rallied at him an(
the gay and happy Stunned him, ant
no one ever sought him but whel
they needed money to borrow at heav,
usury, he kept the tenor of his way, in
different alike to abuse or contempt
and thinking only of the Spanish dol
and his daughter, the naughty word
that still ranked in his bosom, ant
the revenge that he had planned.
1t all came one day when will wa
opened in court and princely legac,
left to the children Of New Orleans
Today the old miser is called philan
thropist and benefactor, and many
noble structure that bears his mann
adorns the streets of New Orleans
and there the little ones from botl
the French and American quarters &c
for he made no discrimination, an,
drink from the crystal fount of knowl
edge the learning that will make then
happy and useful citizens; and there
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