The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1895-08-24
THE ICONOCLAST.

Young Mr.. Broughton was,
and gradually, IL process of evolution
from the journalist to the newspaper
man. 1t o. all sorts Of rUbs and sur
prises and facers and disillusions to form
him. That morning he was hurrring
through Printing House square on an
assignment, when he noticed before him
a woman carrying on her head a tray of
plaster images and walking with the
stately gait and even poise Of the south
Italian. She was small, brown. She
Wore q gown of blue cotton. a woalcn
shawl, plaided III olive and yellow. and
a red kerchief on her head. These glar-
ing colors, however, made her q picture.
To observe her Broughton passed by her
and then looked back.
She regarded him calmly. PAY a
lit San samuele says-a his grafton.
signor?"
Broughton had no particular use for a
praying Samuel, but he had various the
cries about our adopted citizens and
might have acquired something in the
plaster cast line if at that moment a
broad shOuldered fellow had not come
and jostled the little woman so roughly
that the tray was thrown from her head
and Went running to the sidewalk. It
was the = Of the world for that popu-
latlon OF craven images. They fell in a
heap OF indistinguishable fragments,
mingling their dust in a complete de-
mocracy of saints, politicians, lambs,
the three graces, and even q model Of a
beautiful foot labeled Trilby. Little
Samuel was past praying for, but he was
no more thoroughly pulverized than the
bust of Napoleon. Young Mr.. Brough-
ton felt stirring within him an ESSAY on
the frailty of mundane things. Then the
air was torn with the lamentations Of
the oma
80 Madonna!' Next She denounced
the cause of the disaster, who was NOV
ing away. Head Of big, you area,
Why-a you hit-a me? What l ever done
at you-a? You break-a my image-I not
eat-a more.' she ratified her finger nails
along her front teeth to indicate the
hunger which would be the consequence
OF the breaking of her stock in trade.
Meanwhile two bootblacks had seized
the man by the elbows, and turning him
around ran him back face to face with
the She stood wringing her
hands and wailing. "What ruin! Poor-a
me -
The aggresSor was evidently also an
Italian.
SOY one of the bootblacks said.
"4ouse has gotter reach down inter yer
clothes an square upwid de dago loidy."
He's a bloomin dago hisself," COM
mented the other boy.
Broughton had been painfully com
posing Il few phrases of such colloquial
Italian as his Harvard studies of Dante
had rendered possible to him, and now
uttered them III Il stiff and toncless ac-
cent. In effect. he said that it was nee
essary to pay the compatriot for that
which was broken.
Il only got a ten cent-a, sionGr." said
the offender, handing the coin to the
woman Ee was permitted to 20 in
peace.
"Ten-a cent-a! Madonna mia, For so
mooch imaae!' sobbed she.
So BroughtOn put 81 into his own hat
and passed it around among the thrcng
that had been attracted III the nose.
When he gave the collection to the v8Hl-
an, she wiped her eyes, kissed his l.aGs
with many teledicti9ua, lll WeMt lille
way.
Brousbton's assignment had TAKEN
him IN tbe direction Of MGlhrufv haH,.
As he returned through tIqt tt.stt.e -Is