The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1896-03-29

about and grass which sundry COWS and horses
10 freely nibble. On the ledge running around
the base of the wallis an occasional saddle may
be seen. The horse { which u has been and Ia
to he fastened IL grazing at hand, while the
rider Il attending sourt, In aOne capacity, on
the other side OF tho wall.
There Ia only one explanation Of the fact
that the town does not swarm with artists. lt
may ge that they have learned that u would
he uf little practical usc to COnc so they. stay
away. There is n contauion of indolenGc
about the place beside which even TIN B''
what ttue IL w" one visitor said to an
ri don't know. I don't wind my watch
The frst speaker hunted up her own watch.
We'll, | must have forgotten to wind mine;
too! That H. the first time ~ a year. III
look Mt the clock down stairs"
SO when she went down stairs, she looked
somebody wound IL during the morn
Ing. however, and ut dinner time II wns going.
The visitor remarked the ia, fagt a a, hos set S., her
and then smiled II hit sheepishly..
guess, / forgot TO wind my watch
wound Il. An hour or so later she consulted
1t again. and again she smiled. ,,
II guess ] forgot. to set my watch again
when / wound IT," she said. -
That Is what three DAYS In 81. Martin viii
do for any one already somewhnt undermined
New Orleans; There is no telling 10 what
n condition three months would reduce even
the most hustlinR of Northcrners. After the
newcomer has been here twenty. four hours,
he hasn't n desire in the world except to cit
out on the gallery Of T. hHtGl and watch the
down past DR.. Tilly's drug store, and Mrs.
I;lly's m%iI,inery store. rounding the oid tNm,
on up to the main street.
The gallery" of the hotel. or of any house.
IL the brond two-etoried vcratda. Every Wis
itor to the south knows this. But not every
visitor To the South knows the delights of this
particrlor gallery on this par,icMiar hottl;
II one In tho ordinary sense of the term. There
isn't any clerk. and there Isn't any office tn
nut one in even II lac did exist. There hr" no
hell boys to answer tho bells and there are no
bells to he answered. There are no night
mare par pHrlors; and W Were Srs are .h no os sTe; sse to sit sd N
nothing could induce MS to sit III II ''parlor'
when we have this great airy gallery literally
The house ~ Of red brick. and long ago some
body painted those bricks II rich. soft red, which
The railing and the posts of our GALLERY are
white. and there are three pairs of wide doors
opening thereon. These doors have tight board
shutters Of a chastened green. There is no
other expression for II. Originally they may
have been keen and agonizing, as far rs color
went. Now tlcv are tempered to n tender tint
which rests the most critical eye:
There are doubtless Seasons of the year " hen
the %rnttling. glass. Eaned doors are rl9s'H d M
isn't. The doors stand wide open. and IN and
out blow red calico curtains. These, red cur
tains are as characteristic of southwestern
Louisiana as the peouic thcmselvc-. They
hang in the doorways of all the little cabins.
and as one drives along tIe country TphlS .Oip
sees the red curtains pulled aside and II half
IA dozen little black faces, smile gleamingly In
the shadow. or some fat, 'ole nanny, plants
herself In the opening. her arms akimbO. and
her bright bandanna turban giving another bit
of color to the scheme. .
There are two or three Of these turbaned
darkics in the back yard of our hotel. They
are out there because the kitchen l. there, and
they shuttle in and out of the dining room and
across the uneven brick walk bearing. trays
full of dishes which are only remotely heard
Of on the other side of Mason and Dixon's line.
These 'Caian dishes are a queer mixture Of
French. Spanish. and native methods. OF
course. there are no native methods in real
ity. but there are certain notifications brought
about by the peculiarities of the country and
its products.
For instance. black Marie bring In Just
such n ulate of crtpcs as IGlie used to bring TO
us in Paris, but. instead Of the powdered sugar
with which Xtlie busted them. Marie puts, II
pitcher Of native syrup on the table. The
gumbo. too. is not Ike that YOU VII ma in
good many degrees OF latitude and longitude
hotter than any other ,gumho. There is a Ger,
tain crawtish bisque here. too, which would
bring tears to the eyes of u Mexican. such is