Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1906-09-15
DAILY STORY
SENTIMENT VS.. REALISM.
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mer from the north sat on the head of
a barrel listening to the creole's tale.
| "M'seur Coquenard came from La
| Belle France with his son Adolphe and
| his YER beautiful daughter Lucille.
| When M'seur Coquenard come TO
America his little girl was five year
old, and she grow up with all the BRAY
cry of the true southern girl. She could
ride and shoot and pull at the oar.
| Mam'selle Lucille were YER fine girl.
Her eye flash like lightning, her hair
was black as the raven
| BLACK cats is better to describe hair
| of that kind interrupted the drum
mer.
Her neck was like the swan
Just the kind for the new collar
| the Bernhardt-just out" put in the
| drummer. I've got samples in my
| trunk"
The story teller east glance at the
| Yankee. but seeing no trace OF any
/ intent to poke fun, continued:
zone YER fine morning Mam'selle
| Lucille was pulling her boat on the
| river, and coming TO an opening III
| the canebrake where there was
| ferry she go ashore TO look for Wild
flowers. The first thing she see beside
the path was tie dead body of bet
brother Adolphe with a dagger lei hi;
heart on the hilt of which sparkled Il
YER large and beautiful diamond. With
a shrek she threw herself on the body.
| calling on her brother like the wall Of
| Il harp to speak to her.
when this brave girl get more com
| 4.,I-B hyl Nv Nf Ahntnhn
put it in the boat and row to the plan
tation. At the landing, she leave it. 60
to the stable and mount her milk white
| horse
"Kaintuck' stock?" inquired the
| drummer
'Mam'selle ride away TO avenGe the
| murder of her brother" continued
| Benoit. without noticing the query.
How did she get her clewT
"She know YER well who kill
| A(lolphe. arseur Octave Moustot wish
10 marry her She not wish TO marty
M'seur Moustot, and her brother tell
| him to come no more to the house.
'Iam'selle Lucille ride straight to
| NPseur Moustot's plantation. She rein
| in her horse before the gallery and.
| drawing dagger from her bosom, call
on rseur MOuStOt to come out and she
will kill him. But his slaves tell her
| that their master have gone away that
| morning. They say he gone down the
| road toward the city. She wheel her
horse and follow like the wind
shed ought to have had one of the
new autos. They're better u the wind.
When the wind makes a hundred miles
an hour, that's hurricane. These
| autos do Il hundred an hour with the
chauffeur asleep"
The listeners cast a look. of inn
| patience at the drummer and the story
teller continued:
''Mam'selle Lucille ride till the after
| noon, when she come to river. The
| ferryboat was just leaving and she was
| YER certain her brothers murderer
was on it. Just as she got hundred
| feet from the stream her horse fell eX-
| hduSted. Mam'Selle Lucille ran to the
boat, but it had left the shore. On it
was a man holding Il foaminG Steed.
| Mam'se went back to her horse, and,
opening a holster on the saddle, took
| out pistol
what mdke?" from the drummer.
How l know what make the pistol
cried the creole, at last becoming i'm
patient with the drummer's Interrupt
tons. Presently he continued:
''Then Mam'selle Lucille ran forward
again and fired. hitting
''Fhe horse?"
1.-THE horse, No. She shot the man.
shouted fine narrator.
We'll" said the drummer, "if she's
like most women sending missiles she
must ha' turned around and fired at
her milk. white steed."
Didn't L tell you Mam'selle Lucille
was n YER fine shot?" shrieked the
story teller
go on with the yarn
1.-THE ferryboat came back TO shore,
and they laid the man on the bank.
Then Mam'selle Lucille see that she
have shot the wrong man."
Did he swear any"
mo. He was YER handsome man,
and he looked up reproachful with his
fine eyes, and then Nam selle Lucille
was struck with self accusation. The
man smiled at her a beautiful smile of
forgiveness
MY old woman would like to have
a man like that" muttered the drum
mer to himself.
HE was young planter who raised
YER much sugar, and he say to
Nam selle Lucille that IL she smile on
him his wound will not hurt him. She
beg him to be taken to her fathers
plantation so that she can atone for
her wrong by nursing him. They got
a conveyance and first took him to a
doctor, who said his wound would not
be mortal if he had good care. Then
they TAX him to M'seur COquenards
plantation, and Mam'selle Lucille nurse
him, and he recover. There was one |
grand passion between these two, and
they were married, with all the plant |