The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1896-04-25
ATEFOTED BROTHER,

flrotoa Was the waiter at the little
hoscl ct Avignon where I had put up.
I think he was the only manseryant
they kept, for he appeared to do every
thing. | lave seen him sweeping rooms,
polishing the oak floors, busting, driv-
Ing the hotel omnibus, loading aud I'M
loading the luggage. carrying trunks up
Il down stairs with as little apparent
effort as though they were made Of cork,
and then, add to all this, twice a dav.
with his hair well brushed and pomaded
and a serviette over his arm, Pirotou
served at table.
Che could not help noticing this man,
because he had such a happy looking ex-
preston. His whole face laughed, from
his bright black eyes, his lips. his trum-
pet shaped nose, even to his very hair,
Which was cropped short; his teeth and
his growing mustache, which he was
beginning to train at the corners Of his
mouth. He was very quick and obliging,
n he was not only a ~favorite with the
travellers who put up at the hotel, but
every u Ill tho neighborhood appeared
to know him and like him.
hen he was seated on his drivers
box On the way to or from the station,
he had to nod, smile, touch his hat or
WINK to every enc we met. The fact
was, he liked every one, and every one
liked him. This popularity gave rise to
certain p~1erogatlges and privileges. Pi-
rotor liked talking, and he was decided
~ more familiar than i expects 4
waiter to be, but it all came SO natural
~ to him that somehow every one took
it in good part.
When the table d'hota dinner was
over, the things all cleared away and
he room nearly empty, Pirotou would
elaneo round, aud if any one that hahad
taken a fancy to happened to be still
there, why, he would make his vay
across the room and start a conversation
at once. 1t never lasted long, though.
for either the hotel proprietor or n Of
the customers always interrupted him
he was continually in demand for
son service or another. In spite of this
the very first day | dined there he found
az opportunity of getting a little private
conversation with me.
I've got a brother who is an officer
Ill the army" he informed me, and
Without waiting for me to express nv
surprise he continued: "Queer, isn't it
a waiter and him an officer: It's
true, though, my brother is an officer
IN the army
"Pirotou, take No. 16's box cd stairs.
Plrotsu, coffee for No. 3. Pirotou, mt
the horse i'll at once
He would then disappear like a flash
OF lightning and cheerfully perform al.
the duties required Of him.
Lie talked about his brother in this
way to every Il because be was proud
ct him, and, although he knew very
little OF this said brother, yet he adored
HIM all the am He spoke of him al
ways III the same way without Il
vanity, but simply that he could not
help mentioning him, just as a vine
dresser must speak about the weather
u the SUM-. 1t was the subject always
uppermost in his thoughts, and he ,
would frequently take up his thread
again hours after aud go on Just as
though he had never lost it.
u expect you wonder how it is, how
1t came abouts:' he said t 0 me in con-
tlnuat1on during his next interval.
How what Isl" I asked, for [ could
not imagine what he was driving at.
'Why-my brother being an oficerr"
All, yes. How did it come aboat:,
Well, it was like this. It was i lady
lived near our village, an old lady,
very we'll Off, and she had lost her son.
Our parents We're dead, and she took q
fancy, to my brother. You see, he was 4
looking lad, and Just about the age
her boy. Well, she took to him. ara
me sent him to college at Paris, just
near to her home. Then he went to the
school, Saint Cyr. She died
year, and | can tell you it put me
ABOUT a good deal when I got the news,
for the sake Of my brother