Arizona republican., 1892-01-13
MARGARET OF ORLEANS.
"I wonder if it idealizes hergo

"l wonder if it idealizes herr"
 We stand beside the statue of this fa- nous woman, Margaret of New Orleans, and, after the manner of strangers, con lecture on what we for the first time see.
 Not at all" a voice answers in the soft southern tongue. Tt looks just like her"
 "Ah, thank you. You live here?"
 -''l was born here; this is my home."
 You were here during the war and yellow fever and everything? and was Ben Butler so dreadful? and have you seen Cable!"
 A nod answers each one of my young companions impetuous queries.
 "How delightfulp concludes my friend, but the lady shakes her head and taps her fan lightly on the girls soft cheek and says musiugly: "It did not seem as if would live through it, but have, and now comes one who calls my trials delightful How cruel~
 "Ah, pardon! But was thinking of that charming man who wrote the de- licious Mime. Delphine.' l was think ing how perfectly lovely it must be to live here and know him-and then to live in city that has had such history it is so romantic. And can you tell us anything about Margaret"
 "This little Margaret place, it is called-it is pleasant spot to rest in."
 With this invitation, given more in looks than in words, we seated ourselves near our new acquaintance on the settees in the little park. The perfume of March roses overhaug the city: We forget in its deliciousness the signs of decay that in portions of that quaint old town imparts a pensive melancholy to its beauty. Near by us in the green grass is pool set about with low border of cactus; mimic fort, with all its bristling thorn guns out, and its blossom floating from the ram parts, which are guarding from such herceness only lazy fleet of water lilies, under the shade of which thero is whirl of goldfish. A stone footbridge crosses the pool and spans the river of cactuses. It is a very odd and tasteful device, this pool; and the little park in which it is placed is unique in its way. There is nothing overdone, neither neglected. It is well kept, refreshing, simple setting for the statue itself.
 "She was working woman-a serv- ant here. When 1 first remember her was living near here, and she was talk ing care of the COWS in stable that stood almost on the very spot where her statue stands now. She was working then for the sisters of the asylum. She fed and milked their COWS and sold milk in cart about the city. She was a strange looking person-remarkable in her appearance. 1 think now as recall her she had broad forehead, serious eyes, pleasant, broad smile, rather short, stout figure. do not suppose she ever in her life wore any dress better than Guinea blue calico; sine always wore heavy shoes and black straw bonnet trimmed with q neat band of black over the top. From my residence l could see her many times day while she was at her stable work or coming back and forth with her milk cans.
 "What was her name? Her name was Margaret Hauggery; she had been mar ried, and at that time was widow. Her husband and little child died just after she came to New Orleans; so we learned after she became famous. She was alone and poOrin a strange country, and went to work in the stables for a living. Somehow, everybody liked Margaret; her smile was sweet and her words shrewd. The children called her Margaret, and she knew their names and answered their salutations along the street as she drove by in the milk cart.
 After some years Margaret had saved enough to buy bit of ground that had on it small bakery. The place was in royal trina landowner and manu- facturer; for she opened the shop and began bread and pie making for the neighbors. Presently there was large bakery built; soon bread carts were run ming over the city bearing the words, 'Margaret's Bakery It became the fashion to buy at Margaret's place. Dur ing war, pestilence and disaster Mar garet's fires were never out, and the de- licious rolls kept up their weight and quality, no matter what else in life failed. Then she began running her free bread carts during the fever panic. No one went hungry who was within sound of her cart wheels. From that time on no one need go hungry in New Orleans those too poor to buy were given loaf fresh and White as the best, and it was given heartily, with God bring thee better times. There was no distinction in Margaret's favors. She gave to white and black, of any church, or none Are you hungryy that is all that was neces. sary. Here is bread; take it with Gods blessing There have been in this city dread days, which seemed as if God and everybody had failed us but Margaret days when she almost literally fed tht city. During the yellow fever panic Margaret began her noble work of taking the children from the homes of deatl and putting them into a house undel good care,- supporting them herself ii every particular Soon the one asylum