The morning call., 1891-05-03
THE MYSTIC KREWE.
4 ROMANCE OF 0LDEN NEW ORLEANS.
.w8r7En f0R TIE SUNDAY
By MAURICE THOMPSON.

thanked these. and here and there dusky
palm or a bright orange tree flung up its
foliage. Blooming magnolia ciumpS filed
the air with heavy, languid odor.
But what most attracted the attention of
Coleman was a company of four or five
young men, dressed like dandies, swagger-
ing along on Que of the banquettes side
walks, and singing dTnking-song. at the
top OF their voices. One OF these hilarious
fellows made a lasting IMPRESSION on our
| young friends imagination. He Was tall,
| oliYe-Sknned. handsome man, apparently
| about %, Strkingly dressed IN plaid coat,
| a vest of red and black velvet gray trousers
and pr0fusely ruffied shirt. Evidently he
was the leading spirit of the party. At all
| events, he was somewhat in front with his
( black cap set wei back on his shapely head,
! willie his Jet black hair fell IN shining curls
! over his strong shoulders. lie was shout
| ing forth the French drinking carol in a
voice as sweet as il was loud. and at the
same time waving in the air a small cane.
The entire group looked the worse for wine,
their faces flushed and their eyes brilliant
Who is that strange looking man in
front?" inquired Coleman of his creole COM
paniOn, as they passed them by
4" Eat ge'man ees re JoOzh Favart de eau
martin" was the answer that fairly startled
the interrogation.
Coleman actually grew red in the face
and exclaimed:
That Judge Favart de Caumartin
Surely, sir, you are mistaken.
Beg pahdOn, sab, Eat eeS Monsieur lie
JUICE Favar de Caumartin. ! him know
Yaree well myself at PraySon."
Coleman turned and stared back through
the window at the Struttlng youthful figure
leading the noisy Tout
How could that be the celebrated duelist,
the guardian pirate!
- 1t cannot be he" he muttered aloud.
sit is impossible"
"Varee well, Meestu Coleman" said the
young Creole dryly; but / mus inqof yO'
pahdOn, sab. Monsieur lie JUICE Fayart de
Caumartin eeS to me well acquainted.
wemark to you, sah, Eat zare ees not any
mistake"
Oh, certainly. sir. beg a thousand par
dOns J" exclaimed Coleman, pulling himself
together and seeing his breach of etiquette.
OF course you are right. but | was so sur
prised TO see the Judge looking so young.
had supposed that he was an aged man. l
am ast0nished."
On. monsieur, le Juge ees not so varee
young-not so yaree-heeS hair not much
gray"
While they were still discussing this mat
ter the carriage stopped in front of a square,
heavy looking house which, painted dull
red and projecting its upper gallery over the
banquette, flung out on either side heavy
brick wall on whose top was Jagged dress
ing OF broken bottles and jugs. 1t looked
more Ike a convent than like an apartment
house.
Hepworth Coleman found his suite of
rooms admirable in every respect; large.
airy, luXuriOusiy furnished. His creole con-
ductor parted with him at the door without
giving niS name or address, and without any
explanation whatever of his connection with
the matter of securing these elegant apart
mentS OF with making his arrival easy and
pleasant
Some silent and Obsequi0us negro servants
were at hand to do his bidding; but he soon
dismissed them. while he flung himself upon
a sofa and Lit his pipe. Altogether incom-
prehensible to him we're the suggestions of