San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-01-10

long ears projecting like horns of tn,
prophet, this misnamed "bandanna" i
priced by the old time mulatto-nov
fast disappearing before the ineIorabl
march Of progress over tradition-a
badge of caste. equal TO the green turbai
Of him who hath gone to Mecca
Deeply as Dale Everett had been in
srcsteG in the novel scene Just left
nothing had caught his fancy like tn,
"gumbo French. And the major, prouG
of his requirement, snapped out sen
fences at tradesmen he knew
"Bo jo' mo comeare: com va?
c'Good morning, my friend: how are
your he would call to one; then to his
neighbor: "E tou moon CHI vooT c'How
are all the folks at homeyo
But suddenly turning. just as they
moved for their horses, the major had
come into vigorous contact with a tall,
strange figure following his party he
was apparently in Pierrot costume. from
the whit. iaask through which shone
two fiery black eyes; but the rest Of his
costume, save loose tapping white
trousers. was hidden by light Mexican
serape. s."
"Ga tn moon Lar the major had roared.
in veritable gumbo; using the tn of con-
tempt instead Of the gardez Of form or
courtesy. But the other, with a courte.
Gus Pardon. monsieur had slipped
away; and the veterans good humor
was now bubbling high again, as he led
his guests to a breakfast Of welcome at
unique restaurant.
Only the keen scent Of veteran quar-
termaster had shifted out the famous
Screen Perch Cafe:;s but the majors
fluent French, albeit tempered by strong
Ohio twang, permitted exploration of
the ever varying terrain incognitam OF
Frenchtown. And his most precious
find was this unpretentious front to I'M
surpassed cuisine. H .
Passing the low doorway into the
plain room with saaded floor the federal
officers found few occupants at that
hour, the outdoor attractions Of Sunday
inducing late breakfast for the habitues.
A parchment like old Freedman, with
his chocolate and toast, and swarthy
Creole, appetizing ON absinthe and a
cigarette. held tho fort at that moment;
and the three strange officers glanced
doubtfully at one another and not nm
suspiciously at the plain surroundings.
Interpreting the glance, the major an
swered it cheerily: @, e 81 .'.s..-
"Wait a bit, my boys! Here, especial
~, appearances are deceitful. Madame
is a SINCE cat All, bonjo1r, Mime.
Pietro. Void nous autres aznis." And
the veteran ratified out vdubly, in his
western French, orders for the choice Of
the larder; while dried up specimen
of the Diego, with snowy mustache and
fiery eyes under bushy white brows,
moved round with catiike tread and laid
the snowy cloth and glistening glass and
SILVER upon it. .....r. .-..
Pietro Bartol, master of the house and,
by the marriage fiction, of Madame
Pietro as well, was an unknown quaint
ty in its nomenclature. The fame of
Madame Pietro's belonged to civic his:
tory, far beyond Canal street, but none
of it had touched her quietly omnipres-
emit lord and master. Taciturn and
wooden, this caro- sposo had his set
formula which the major fished for with
his best French:
Comment va, mon Creole?"
Not feature moved and not ray of
intelligence lit the ligneous seams in
Pietro's face; but the spoons might have
flashed back veaomous CLEAN from be-
meath the bushy br0ws as hard voice
jerked out in English:
me! ANA not Cre-oll!-am a Spag-
mol, me! Loy-aln no re- bell lika Cre-oll.
Minda ma bi2onez-mekka dollal Dey
Cre-oll no hkka Federal. Me!-hkka
much; keep-a bizonez good-a; nekka
money saf-a; no riska lose; no Confed
nota-caramba!"
THAT'S his creed i'll words" the major
answered Dale's querying glance, as
Pietro glided away catlike. He grum.
bles loyalty like maledictions, but head
quarters have an idea that Senior BartOl
knows more rebel secrets than the most
fire eating Creole would be trusted with
But that matters little now, and his
carte is always perfect. See for your'
selves"
And here came the court bouillon
veritable essence of the red snapper Of
the Gulf, boiled into an almost jelhet
form and favored with dozen indiyid
ual condiments that tempered withou
Disgusting the inevitable chile pepper
And the white wine of France Pietrt
Bartol himself uncorked and poured
oaressing the not too cool bottle will
something nearer to human sympath.
than belonged to his makeup.
"Ah, senior, mekka no wine likka da
today. E come-a fro farm-a of sistar