New Iberia enterprise and independent observer. (New Iberia, La.) 1902-1944, 1906-06-02

uttered in an undertope, as if to re.
call that name; who is Fmeliue p
Then looking in my face with fearful,
shining eyes that made me Shudder.
she said in n strange, unnatural voice.
Who are you?' and turned awav from
me. Her mind was unhinged this
last shock had been too much for her
broken heart; she was hopelessly in
sane.
"Ah, Petiots. how strange it is
that such pure and celestial being
like Emeline should be the sport OF
fate, and be thus exposed t9the shafts
of adversely 1t is true, then, that
the beloved of God are always visit
elk by sore trials Was it that Ems-
line was too ethereal being for this
world, and that God would have her
In His sweet paradise 1t does not
belong to MS, Petiots, sstusEelve- this
mystery and to scrutinize the derrees
of Providence; we hnve only to bow
in submission to his will.
"Emeline never recovered her rea
son and n deep melancholy settled
upon her Her beautiful Countenance
was fitfully lightened by n sad smile
which made her oil the fairer. She
never recognized anyone but me, and
nesting in my arms like spoilt
child, would bestow upon me the most
endearing names As sweet and as
amiable as ever, everyone pitied and
loved her.
when poor, crazed Emellne strolled
upon the banks of the Teohe, plucking
the wild flowers that strewed her
pathway, and singing, in an under
tone, some Acadian song, those who
met her wondered why so fair and
gentle n being should bave been
visited with Gods wrath.
"She spoke of Acadia aud of Louis
in such loving tones that one could
not listen to her words without
shedding tears. She faneied herself
still the sweet girl of sixteen, on the
eve of marrying the chosen one of her
heart, whom she loved with such
constancy and devotion and imagining
that her marriage bells were tolling
from the village church tower, her
would brighten and her
frame trembled with ecstatic joy.
In sudden transition from jov to de-
spair her countenance would change
and trembling cohvhlsively, grasping
for utterance and pointing
her finger at some invisible object, in
shrill and piercing accents OF agony
and despair, she would cry out; Moth
or motherl What will become of me ?
and then uttering a wild and unna-
Iural shrek she would fall senseless
in my arms.
"Snking at last under the ravages
If her mental disease she expired in
my arms without struggle and with
IN angelic smile on her lips.
She now sleeps in her quiet grave,
'hadowed by the tall oaks, near the
little church at the Post des Attakapas |
md her grave has been kept green
md flower strewn as long at your
has been able to visit the
little town.
"Ahl Petiots' how sad was the
ate of poor Emeline. Evangelnei
iod' 8 little angel.
Grandmother buried her face in her
lands and wept and sobbed bitterly. |
Dur hearts, too swelled with emotion
md sympathetic tears rolled down
'ur checks. We withdrew softly and
eft dear old grandmother alone to
hink of and weep for her Evangeline.
iod's little angel. Times Democrat
Senator Burton declines to re.
ign his vacant and dishonored
eat for the same reason that he
,ecame attorney for that st.
louis get-rich- quick company--he
needs the money"