Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1899-08-26
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had come over him
So the weeks passed. One week had
not gone when was placed upon
footing of charming, cordial friend
ship with the beautiful daughter of
this house. We read together, she
often aloud from old French romances,
in the original. She played and sang
to me; she told me all about this
strange region, with its natural won
ders- told her of the White noun
tains and the granite hills, the snow
storms and the cold of winter. All
these things she had read of, but she
listened to my stories as though they
were leaves from some fairy chronicle.
And, most charming of all, we would
wander by the moonlight through the
oak and magnolia grove; through the
wide fields green with the cane leaves,
to the edge of the impenetrable 'cy-
press swamps, where the cry Of the
pelican and the splash of the alligator
could be heard.
Did I reflect as to whittier all this
was tending? Did it occur to me that
the seed l was sowing could only come
to a bitter harvest of impossible
ties? In fact. i took no thought about
it. let the dream go on-the en-
trancing, enrapturing dreami
But my time was not all passed in
| this way. I became well acquainted
| with lie Fevre, and found that ne was
much more blunt than brutal; though
the negroes all stood in fear of him.
He. took me over the plantation and
explained the processes of cane-grow.
over to New Orleans, put up for three
days at the st. Charles, and exc--.lne6
' the wonders of the crescent river
front with it's forest of smolxe-pipe'
and the busy scenes of the Ievee. We
strolled In the French quarter Of this
unique city, which, within less than Z
century, has been under Spanish
French and American government; W,
visited the market; we rode in the sub
urbs on the hard and shining shell
roads. Back again at the La Fourchs
plantation. we went over to the ancien
French town of Thibodeaux, and dineC
at an inn. where, except the bread,
knew not the name of q single disl
that ate.
It was TO me = season Of glamour,
happy time, that I knew must end
somehow; yet / was treated precisel,
as though were to remain forever.
wished not to break the spell; and
was only to test Mr.. Bostoc<'s feeling
iowa I'd me that said to him one day
when we were alone:
al have been with you six weeks;
that not 3 pretty long visit?"
y, He reused himself and locke
troubled.
"You don't think of leaving m.
Dorr?"
why, sir--you know I've got m
4 own way to make, somewhere. TIL
Il all pleasure and vacation"
"You like it hero. then?"
d Indeed I do. sir. Everything
e charming"
/. "Stay, then. 1t does me good to ha,
n you here. Stay till November, anywa
d can't haveyou go so soon. Do yC
n want money!"
mo, sir."
d '"Tell me whenever you do. EnjC
yourself all you can-and don't thir
D. of going. loved your father; ] lo'
Is you"
His hand was laid affectionately {
y my shoulder; mist shone in h
weary eyes
= So that was settled-for q time.
:, was not to leave him-nor- Corali
it But that night in my dreams the war
t ing face of Mr.. Dorior came to m
It and I seemed to hear his words agai
le There is fearful mystery hangiI
over his past life. 1 do not know, "
do not know, how you may becor
r. complicated with 1t. II you persist
T. going on"