The Van Buren press., 1897-11-06

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curious inspiration came to Doreh
which gave her unbounded influence
throughout the neighborhood over hei
companions and over her besotted moth
er, who was now fast approaching the
confines of the unknown.
Under Dorch's leadership that late
fall evening gathering of street
rrehins had marched and sung AL
Ceons Are Alike to Me" and other popu.
lar ditties until they found themselves
grouped on the slanting and rickety old
wharf overhanging the water. Sehni-
der's wharf was the last piece of prop
erty still belonging to Dorch, all the
good heritage left by Jacques Schnider
having been sacrificed, wasted and spent
by Eloise, her mother,
As is usual with young and old, of
all nationaities and all classes, eonten-
tien and disputes arose over some
| imagined grievance, and soon tenn
pest broke forth in the group of young
sters on the decayiug wharf of old
Jacques Schnider.
"Allez vous en-! Get off my wharf, :
ordered Dorch, menacingly, with hot
wrath and a stamp of her foot.
"Yours?" sneered CASTOR, big bully
and poltroon, as is usually the ease.
"Your wharf? Well, | like thatl
Tain't youru no longer, and your dad 5
dead. Who gave it TO you?'
who gave it TO me2 My father
answered Dorch, with n deep anger
| flashing in her eyes. And he is not
dead. you beast. know where he is
and | viii call him right here this miu-
Ute, Just YOU wait and see
Rushing To the eige of the erumhlinS
I platform poveh gave Wild, prolonged
evY. ! weird ealA. which the waters 81
+ TIE rushing river csaSAt up and length
eaea cat, while the eurg,ing side
around the Gcep, Sun&oa pillars aaTS
aasea h.aarSe and sNultaa5 sccaaaEsasss-
aaeaa>
Aaa - tAe notes she'd 81 In s,se silence
! - lie asrkea5nc evening a tSlN &eerepst
E "a seace raSs E1A none coold se1l from
Mere. Ast 81 came forward sS = aae9.
zag naroA'S oS3l. ana, ssvanesne ste@-
+ = Sasas
SNea called. Mhst w0Uld yoa. eastas -
NH screams o$ terror TIC children
+ saSAea taaaN15nc over each other. down
F sae aevea, 2eaN5ng Dor5h ia company
Win The s&ll phantom her weird IN
Ns1Sasoa had evoked from cat the dark
ness
..ea. ~. ,,,~.,1.4 .,a,sssaa .ba
wharf and lcNSe it out as a mooring
for the fishing boats from Bacataria and
the sand Schooners from over the lake.
Where could get the money! qoeS-
tened norch with the sage peVspieaeity
o womanhood some few days later, her
eyes shining and her face set and de-
termiued. albeit her years were still ten
der and few.
But experience and trouble had made
her wise far beyond her brief summers
Of existence.
"A good plan, little Doreh, and a
clever one" said Father Dorian, eneour-
agingly. How came you by it?"
u must take care of her, you know
said Dorch, nodding sagely. Il must
do like father; must make money, and
cannot leave her to go to work. 1t is
still good wharf, Pere, not half as bad
as it looks. How could | repair and
lease it2"
"Wen, let me see" ruminated Pere
Dorian.
Let me think il over a little, Doreh,
win find a way to have your wharf
meuded so that the boats and goelettes
will come back again to unload there
if you viii make me promise and keep
IL"
So Dorch promised.
The money paid by the goelettes was
to be kept by Pere Dorian, and not
given over to her mother TO be wasted
and squandered. She would attend
school, get better clothes, and no longer
spend her active Young life in hard
drudgery and in useless struggle to
save Elojse Schnider from the clutches
Of the demon, that evil habit which held
her hard and fast, soul and body.
Il viii not leave her alone for long
( No. no. never. Pere." declared Doreh,
/ "aud she viii listen 10 me now, Pere;
snd she VIII get well with time"
And how Is that, norch?" queried
Pere Dorian.
Doreh shook her head and laughed
. bu; would not tell what was this new
+ and wonderful power which she had
/ learned 10 exercise over her beSotted
mother.
1 But the neishborhOod soon knew Of
Row norch had called or her dead ia
ther, and how he had come from hid
/ ing under the wharf at her Bidding
and how he would again come whenever
I she needed him
No one saw him in any Of his old
hauuts. but every one was sure Dorch
could call him and he would come.
He was ali gray, and had somc-
thing in his arms" described one Of the
boys who had run away down ON
Levee street when the man rose up from
I the water,
~ am from the east. \ painter. and
I have come down here TO make sketch
es of your winding river and your
/ picturesque tumble Of old streets sud
wide-balcorjed houses, your bright
4 skies and your picturesque people ~
explained q stranger some evenings
later 10 Pere Dorian, as they stood To-
geiher or either side q the small