St. Landry clarion. (Opelousas, La.) 1890-1921, 1894-02-10
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d strong and nobly featured, but thoup
You never would have guessed It, Iool
. ing at his big, brown eyes, blind fror
his childhood.
I The river which flows at their feet
{ the St Clair, the deepest, broadest
ciearest stream in Michigan ha
nearly said in the world.
Yonder thriving town is the new cit
OF glastonbury, and the dusky cloud
which blurs the landscape ten mile
away, is the smoke from the chimney
OF the village Of Havana.
The young folks sit in quiet converse
evidently enjoying the delicious breeze
which comes from the broad river {.
fan their cheeks.
There approaches and passes them ,
blackboard wagon, drawn by a pair o
ponies which, poor beasts, though the,
tug with heads bent low, hardly accom-
plish the barest apology for motion
Not that the load Is heavy--simply tive
men. who sit upon the low seat Of the
vehicle with knees high up, on which
they rest their elbows, as they gaze
wearily at the efforts OF the horses,
sinking at every step deeper Into the
yielding sand.
These men have no appreciation of
the beauty OF the landscape, no ear for
the melody OF blackbird or oriole. no
delight IN the fower-laden wind which
watts its grateful incense over them,
| One OF them is about fifty years Of
age, dressed in the garb OF a western
farmer, with face SO hard and ex-
presslonless that 1t might have been
carved out Of block of wood; the 9TH
er, young man more sprucely attired.
with hair as black as Jet, glossy and
curly, eyes large and eloqheGt, COM
piex1on swarthy- y-altogether a figure
characteristic of his race, which came
q century ago from the sunny south Of
France to settle in this region. He
possesses some education, too, having
graduated at the new college whose
spires you can see peeping over the
pines.
For two hours these men had sat in
silence, but as they descended the hill,
a1ter passing the elm tree, with ierls
OF his whip towards the two young peo-
pie, the elder spoke:
one OF Widder Evesham's gels an
that blind feller as stays at Gorhara,s.
eh, 'Phonse?"
mo, Jirn, she isn't one OF the yidow'ai
daughters, that one; her name Is Arlsnr-
ton."
"Arlington!''
AYE. Mrs. Evesham found her. q
little baby, on her doorstep one morn,
Ing when she was living In New York
and adopted her"
y want ter knowl Well, her ia an.
uncommon pretty gel. Wish I'd taken
Q good look at her, for Squire Robinson.
moderator OF our school, tole me Shet
he'd engaged 9 lass o. thet name ter
teach mex term, an I'll bet dourhnutI
10 our house. too-should'n' wonder.n
"Ha" the young man calculated with
some energy. "Do you really mean it?i
Say, Jim Dolman, you couldn't accom-
nodate me too. In case she did, could
you?''
Mr.. Dolman's wooden countenance
llmost screwed itself into an expression
IS he replied with chuckle:
''0h, thet's the way the wind blows.
it? But, 'Phonse lad, should a
hought you'd looked higher nor a
ondling orphin, reared on the chari-I
y OF dressmaker-you with a good
BUSINESS in Glastonbury an, o half
ection o. farmin' land in Havana
well, was the satisfied response,
that Is just why can afford to make q
ool of myself
"An' what's her first name?" the old
aan continued. 81 disremember what
he squire told me-"
"Wanda-Wanda Arlington
Wanda! Sakes alive, what a 'stroarary
anne TO give Christian femalel But
oiks do 60 now to the dime novel rather
han the Bible to name their children.
Int, about Widder Evesham-ain't she.
OF two darters o. her own?n
That she has-one OF them ls mar.
led to cousin OF Bill Potter's IN De.
roit; then there's Kate, who teaches
the Glastonbury schools. and Ia the
rettiest girl In the county next 10
Vnaaa Arlington"
Then there's son, too--leastways
aught sight Of e tall. straight young
siler one day at her house,
Aye, he's In New York making his
,rtune..
'.Then who be the blind young chap
. Is often with the Arlingtons?"
His name Is George Arundel Al
honse Danneirs said with savage
;owl. He came from the east about
year ago-for the good of his health.
ley say-but, II he fools around that
'ung woman much more, II would have
zen better for his health to have
opped away"
Mr.. Dolman turned his fshy eyes on
e speaker and asked:
How SO, 'Phonse?"
Never you mind" was the sullen
sponse, as the wagon took them
und the bend Of the road.
Let us now turn to the two Young
ople sitting under the trees.
1t Is George Arundel who is speaking.
''Now, Wanda, tell me what the fish.
men are doing2 long to hear the
'eep OF their oars, as they pay OF tho
les OF their net, and hear them sing
e merry French chanson to the time
their rowing. And, have the Indian
uaws reached the island III their
g-out, or has the stream carried them
, far below?"
Soft and musical was.the voice that
Piled:
The fishermen are nearly ready 10
'rs The squaws are Just beachingl
sir canoe. and some little lads are
ining along the shore to meet them.i
ID . dog barking at their heels. But,