The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1891-02-13

life Is founded. She is described
as sweet tempered child, who
grew TO womanhood with all the
attractions Of her sex, and, while
not beauty, III the usual sense
gwen TO that word, was looked
upon as the hands0mest girl IN ST.
Gabriel.
Evangeline or Emeline LaLiche,
had completed her sixteenth year
and was betrothed to Louis Arce-
neauX. Their nuptials were to be
celebrated in short time, when
their beautiful Acadia was raw
aged by the English soldiers, and
all who refused allegiance to Eng
land were hurried on board the
English ships. In the hurry of
! embarkation friends and families
were separated and never saw
each other again until their exile
was accomplished and they met in
the wilds of IL uisiana. Aud some
never met again on earth. Louis
Arceneaux refused to leave his ma
tive home, and resisted his enc
mes with rage and despair, until
severely wounded, when he was
taken mp and carried aboard the
ship. Eneline witnessed the whole
scene, and when the white sails of
the ship which bore her lover
away faded in the distance, she
| uttered piercing scream and fell
senseless on the beach. Recover
ing her senses, she clasped Mother
Bordat in her ar"s. eXclaiming in
broken words: "Moiher! mother!
He is gone they have killed him !
What will become of mef'
The remem hranCe cf her lost
lover remained enshrined in her
young heart never TO be ccntami-
rated with love for another. She
lived among her friends, sweet
tempered, but with sadness de.
| picted on her countenance, and
smiles so sorrowful that they came
TO look upon her as their guardian
angel, so that, where she dwelt no
harm could come; and for these
angelic traits, they no longer Eme-
line, but "Evangeline," or "God's
little angel.' Thus was her name
changed; and ever after known in
the sad story of her lie.
After the Acadians were driven
from Noya Scotia, as detailed
above, those remaining were even.
tually exiIed to Maryland, among
whom we're Evanseline ard her
foster mother, Bordat. From the
stories they learned in Maryland,
of emigranis who had gone to
Louisiana, Evangeline become,in
pressed with the idea that in the
land of eternal summer she would
find her lost lover. Through a
vast wilderness beset with dangers
Of every kind, and inhabited only
by barbarous savages and beasts
of prey, accompanied by Mother
Bordat. she wandered in search OF
the eden Of Louisiana" Finally
after months of weary wanderings
and escaping untold dangers, un-
knowingly they neared their
Journeys end.
"Slowly they entered the Techc, where it
flows from the great Opelousas.
And through the amber AIR, above the
crest of the woodland,
Saw tho column of smoke that arose from
aneighboriug dwelling
When they reached The Postes
des Attakapas, the population as.
sembled to welcome them. She
walked beside her foster mother
with measured step and grave
countenance, when.all of sudden,
she grasped her companion by the
arm, exclaiming IN voice which
vibrated with JOY: "Mother, moth
er, mother, it Is he 1t is Louis ~
pointing to figure reclining under
a giant oak. II was her childhood
lover, louis ArceneauX. She flew
TO him with outstretched arms, ex-
claiming: 'Louis Louis! | am
your long lost Emeline. Have you
forgotten herr Louis hung his
head and uttered no word of well
come. Louis" said Emeline, pain
fully impressed with her lovers
coldness and silence, "why do you
turn away from met | am still
your Emeline, your betrothed, and
have kept pure and unsuliied my
plighted faith 10 you. Not one
word of welcome. Louis lr and
tears sprang TO her eyes. The re-
ply Of her lover froze her heart.
"Emeline," said he, speak not
to me for | am unworthy OF you.
have pledged faith To another.
Tear from your heart the happy
past. Forgive me and pity me-"
He turned without another word
and walked away, and Emrline
saw him no more. Long she stood
rooted TO the spot, with death
like paleness upon her countnance,
staring upon vacancy, and when
her kind old foster mother took
her by the hand and spoke her
name, she muttered, "Emeline,
Emeline," in an undertone, as If
endeavoring to recall the name,
then, looking up with shudder,
exclaimed in an unnatural voice,
"Who are you sn and turned away.
She was hopelessly insane.
Emeline Labiehe never recover
ed her reason. AS the legend goes,
her beautiful counienanee was
fitlnIlv lighfel by a sad smile.