Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1905-04-22


The paper he was carrying back to
the Sophia" as the result OF his
mission contained only these words !:
Sept. ID, 1914.
81 will accept no favor from, and
conclude no terms with those who
make allies of Indians, who incite
slaves TO insurrection. and whose own
cruelty matches we'll that of their say.
age associates.
JEAN LAFITTE."
Prison doors were not so easily
opened as in the past. Beluche and
Lopez were still under confinement,
together with their crew, and the re-
Gently captured Baratarians.
The days at Shell Island passed
monotonously. Once, in October, La
fitte made a trip to La Tete des Faux,
where he found only Lazalie and Mad
anne Riefet, Gen. La Roche's sister,
who had, for the present, closed her
New Orleans house, and was stopping
in what her brother considered a
safer locality.
The general himself spent much of
his time in the city, and Mademoi-
selle de Cazeneau was now at Kanau-
hama, where her grandfather was
dying.
After hearing from Lazalie of Rose,
and her loneliness, picturing her be-
side her grandfathers deathbed, and
recalling the look upon her appraised
face when he left her, and the words
she had uttered, LATTE longed to see
her, If only to extend his sympathy.
That she would have heard of his
disaster there was little doubt; for
Lazalie had met him with both hands
extended and dimness Of tears in
her eyes as she said, Captain Jean,
| am so glad to see you again, and
that you were not forced to accept
the governors hospitality. And we
were all so sorry for your brothers."
She hesitated, and LATTE said
quietly, but with unmistakable firm
ness, 81 thank you truly, Lazalie;
understand what you would say, and
thank you for it. But please let us
talk of something else"
Mindful of Roses love for marsh
lilies, he had brought large bunch OF
them from Shell Island where they
grew in great luxuriance and beauty,
and now handing them to LaZalie, he
requested that she give them to Made
moiselle de Cazeneau, with his COM
pliments.
"Then you will not go over to Ka-
nauhana to-day?" she asked, while in
halng the fragrance of the flowers.
Before he could reply, Madame RE
fet. who had entered the room and
overheard Lazalie's question: exclaim-
ed volubly, as it not pitiful to think
of that poor child over there, with
only the negroes about her and that
spappy old Barbe! Mercy! When l
was her age the very idea of seeing
any one die would make me fly from
the house"
She spoke theatrically, with uplifted
brows and raised hands; for the err
ratio, fashionable Madame was, in per-
son and manner, more decidedly
French than was her brother
Madame Rejects frivolous remark
brought before Jean the picture of
that little island where he had first
seen the figure, scarcely more than a
child's, clad in a gayly fringed buck
skin dress, with beaded leggings and
moccasins, and clinging to still form
from which the breath had but just
departed.
Speak once more to your little
Rose!" she had walled. And he, hard
ened by frequent contact with death,
could not, until now, realize the full
depth of such sorrow.
He realized it now, when he had
that moonlit cell to remember; the
dead face lying in the silver radiance;
the unseeing eyes; the parted lips,
forever mute, but which, moment
before, were murmuring words that,
in all the years agone, were for him
and his welfare.
This it was that made Jean La
ftte's face look pale and his manner
seem stern, as, after forcing himself
| to listen for awhile to Madame RE
fet's volatile chatter, he took his de-
| parture.
(To be continued)