The morning news., 1894-10-21
a spoonev Old Couple.

1t was at the Louisville and Nashville
depot one not evening last Week. says the
New orleans Plcayune, and the good
byes' were being SAID as the shrIli whistle
or the engine sounded ana the coast tram
prepared 10 back out OF the depot. All
was bustle and confusion, when suddenly
the attention of the eXCurslOniSts was
drawn TO a little old man and woman, so
old, indeed, ana drled-up looking tnat one
would nave thought ali the sentiment IN
their hearts was dued up, too.
'Adieu, chere Popotte,' ne said, holding
her withered hands in his.
Non! nom Ne dltes pas adieu Au
revoir! Au revOir!' she added as she
clung to him, sObbing.
The old man wiped his eyes hastily with
his red bandana handkerchief and tried
10 look brave Ma Chere POpOttes ne
SAID gently, you just look like one silly
gu go ne cry your heart out, yas; Ter
what you gone make it so hard fer part
Come, all your eyes red like one craw-
But she only sobbed: "'Garcon, Gar
con, mon pauvre GarcOn, he got fer stay
two long months without liP Fopotte'
Allons." he said, softly strOklng her
old hand, don't make like dat. cherie.
You gone make it so hard fer say good
Dye. You gone make me cry, you" But
the old woman only clung. to her aged
knight closer and said: Mon cher Gar
con, mais you gone make me one promise
Ter write every day, Ell, Garcon
"Oui ma chere Popotte, l gone write
you two letters every day since you bin
gone"
An you gOn make your DeaQ every
night for your poor liz wife like you bin
prOmise2"
Before le bon Dieu! gone make dose
bead every night" he answered solemnly.
AN aboard! again cried the conductor
There was hurrying and scurrying
among the passengers, but still the old
woman cIung to her garcon, and sad
anXiously as she put her hand down his
poeket: !!1ei, .,,,, ,.o,, o+ ,o.o hood
''AIais oui. cherfe," ne said dra awing out
his rosary, you t,ink I gone let dose bead
go out my hand?'
angrily. But the old woman held her
"garcon' fast and sobbed:
An you gone come some time to de
bay fer pass de day wild your Popotte and
/ gone make you some fine crab gumbo
and some nice court bouillon, what you bin
love for eat, eh, mon cher Garcon?"
81 gone send you some pretty flowers an
some nice court bouillUn. what you bin
love letter every day an tell you all dose
Now, now She sobbed, 81 don't want
fer hear some news like dat / just want
fer hear dose news bout my Garcon and
how he make out wild no lii PopOtte."
Come! GOMEZ he whispered, you go ne
make it so hard for part. y Ou see, cherte,
l done commence fer cry!'
"Pui Puff went the engine.
Come along, old man, hurry upn' cried
the conductor, as the train steamed out.
But still Garcon found time to hold Po-
DOtte in his arms once more, and to call
her "cherie," and his little ''Popotte."
And then the conductor pulled him by
the arm and helped him off the train,
while the old woman, blinded with tears,
poked her head out of the window crying:
''Au revoir, Garcon, au revoir!' and so
she sat, straining her aged eyes to catch a
glimpse az far as she could of the little old
man and the red bandana that answered
the silent "au revoir" of her old White silk
handkerchief
"a spoony old couple" remarked a con-
temptuous dude as he cooked his eyeglass
and looked conCeitedly at his neighbOr, a
pOrtly business man, who muttered
gruffiy: IT'S none of your affairs"
The car all Uttered at this, as as it had
been doing evr since the interesting cpl
sode began. but for all this there was not
one who did not feel touched by this
pathetic drama of two old hearts.