Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-07-11

that night in the old faut1urg Of New
Orleans. perhaps in the grandeur OF
her present position there WIS no
room 10 think of the life till might
have been 50 full Of laughing sun
shine and oycriowiug with rippllng
melody but for having known her.
Or who Euuwsi Docs "A woman ever
really iUrEctf Can she ever entirely
obhtcratc the memory OF one who has
called into her heart the sweetest
and tcuIerest emotions II has ever
known. even though beauty and
wealth smile on every side and the
measure of her ambition is rullf Ahl
may be the memory Of those bygone
happy days would sometimes come
upon her aud 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 aud successes, might well
whisper TO his heart she has for
gotten ALL"
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 tie woods; the craytish and
alligator had to seek another home.
Beyond the limits Of Canal street, 10
the astonishment of the ancient quar-
ter, another New Orleans arose, and
side by side these two distinct civil
cations grew and began TO blend, de-
spite chronic croaking and unsavory
predictions; and while each retains
It's marked characteristics the homeol-
ogamation continues 10 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 a new and interesting subject for
Investigation: psychologists will have
another species of duodality of mind
matter 10 analyze and reduce TO hai"
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 rs such his clothes
threadbare and patched with scraps
OF various hues, calico, muslin or
wooden, il mattered little Of
which. Small sympathy was mani
tested for him, for il seemed somehow
an understood fact that he had piles
and piles of gold hidden away some.
where, no one knew, and that ne ae
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 soup
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; ''he
wouldn't give a fellow a nickel, not
he, 10 vieux miserable. Let US pelt
him with mudr He is too stingy to
live" Say, old fellow, why don't
you buy yourself pair of new shoesi
How long are you going to wear that
haiti Tell us where you have your
money hid" and like questions greet
ed him whenever he appeared on the
streets. No one would have ever be-
heved 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 his
life; a girl with the dark and dreamy
eyes Of Spain had played thereon and
snapped the golden string, and that
the melody thenceforth was forever
hushed. Then gold had become his
god; the sole aim of existence; il
danced forever before his eyes like q
fairy eliin; he saw in dreams at night
Golfers filed with the yellow shining
metal; he awoke in the morning light,
and If perchance sunbeam CLEANED
athwart his pallet he stretched his
hand out eagerly and sought to clutch
it in his grasp, mistaking il in his one
absorbing passion for the treasure lac
coveted And all this because of a
woman's alluring smile and a tender,
sympathetic glance from her teiltale
eyes.
Emerson says that every one should
justify himself for living. There was
Justification in the apparently useless
life of this New Orleans miser.
While the populace rallied at him and
the gay and happy Stunned him, and
no one ever sought him but when
they needed money to borrow at heavy
usury, he kept the tenor Of his way, in.
different alike 10 abuse or contempt,
and thinking only Of the Spanish don
and his daughter the naughty words
that still rankled IN his bosom, and
the revenge that he had planned.
II all came one day when a will was
opened in court and a princely legacy
left 10 tho children of New Orleans.
Today the old miscr is called phllan-
thropist and benefactor, and many a
noble structure that bears his name
adorus the streets Of New Orleans;
and there the little ones from both
the French and American quarters 90,
for he made no discrimination, and
drink from the crystal fount of lnowl.
edge the learning that will make them
happy and useful citizens; and there,
too, they are taught the name Of their
benefactor His revenge is won and
its fruits are sweet
Tho old don lies molderng away
beneath the solemn altar of the cathe.
dral, and occasionally chimes arc