The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1902-05-16
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LINCOLN AT rHE SLAVE sALR.



One OF the most touching pictures
nver seen BY mortal eyes since the
three crosses stood out against the
darkening sky, must have been that
Of Abraham Lineoln looking on At the
slave auction IA New Orleans one day
away back. long before he had be-
come nations idol. only TO md
martyrs grave, Gays a correspondent
Of the Chicago Inter Ocean
An old, weakened Frenehman, with
a scornful turn Of his aristoeratie old
profile, told me the story Of his at
tendance at the slave suetion that
day. Il
"Why, yes, I remember the fellow
well" said the old Frenehman IN an,
swer to my inquiry. / cannot give
the story in all its charm. as IL came
in broken French from beneath the
snowy mustache, because / was SO
thrilled by the picture eopiured Mp
by the story that 1 could give little
attention to the accent. "Yes. In
those days l always lik' TO go dOwn
TO re levec" (would that could give
you the quaint. delicious accent, half
Parisian French, half 'Cajen. wholly.
NOrleans). II meet such strange peo-
pie down there. In my fathers house
all say one thing-nOthing new AZ all
An, as ! say. when I went to the
slave auction that day-iorely, sun
shiny day, JUS lik' always come here
Mardi Gras time, who should I see
standing there but that tall, how you
call him7 lanly fiatboatman ! knew
down on re levee. Ny lille heart jump,
so glad TO see him. but he look sac
vera sad as he smile at me an he
reach down an took my lille han in
his, ohi SO vera hard one, an he hoF
her SO tight feel frightened. know
not why he look SO sad. On what
they call re block was only q yei-
low gal-Mme. IS Suzanne, an
they were selling her. remember
right well she was a fine figure Of q
girl; remember that yet" and the
old IN : laughed softly and sweetly
under the weight of his 30 summers.
ayes, remember zat yet" he
chuckled; its re climate Of zIs Nor
leans, tink. But go on an tell you
about re man. But, no, there not
anything to tell. but he look verra sad.
An he hoI my li'le> han su yerra
tight, lik' 1 toi you, an feel fright
ened Tile while, zen laf' an say;
She only Niger gall an he hor my
han too hard zen, an he say sof'
Xix TO hisself; She's woman, my
Godl' An / lar again, lille fellow lilk'
me, an say: I know zat,' but he
did not laf an he turn an walk away
Iik' he thinldn' TO hisself.
after zat day 1 never see him on
ze levee nor at all; an cannot be-
lieve anything lik' zat maxi me sad,
an Mardi Gras time comm, too, but
! did feel sad lille bit, because / love
to fn' hiEn on re leyee, nH' never for
get Eat name. The next time heHrd
it-well, we will not now speak of zat
time. There was something strange
bout him, an"
The feeble voice quivered slightly
as he continued, "an' somehow 4
never could forget ze fellow: IL all
JusS as ne looked zat day. / cannot
forget him, but" and the old aris-
tocrat of ia belle France and tha
antebellum south folded his small.
shrivelled hands, but of course he
was only one Of ze people, an we can
not blame him for his views, sir:
views which we could never share. sir.
never"
And the old Frenchman looked very
grave as he sat there in the belmy |
sunshine of his wide gallery" .hink- |
ing, perhaps, Of how absurdly serious
esZp paOulep eoul1 oIlo..-