The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-03-17

for The Times goes where he pleases,
when he pleases, in search Of odd stor-
les about this and that.
NEW ORLEANS. March IL
~ Three little scenes in New Or
leans:
A French restaurant. far back in
the Vieux Care (Old Quarter.
Tourists don't go there. 1t isn't a
very good restaurant. there's no at
mosphere," and the food is just
$3.50. But you get an awful lot of
it for quarter.
You order black coffee. Finally a
startled looking waiter arrives with
it. He sets it down. He looks at the
coffee and then at you and his
mouth opens and finally he says:
why, I put milk in it."
So he tries again, and this time
he comes back and sets the cup
down. and looks at you and he
seems to become sort of frightened
and finally picks up the cup and
starts back with it, and says, II
guess I'll have to drink it myself"
He has put milk in it again.
YOU'LL think it's lie. but it
- isn't. He had milk in it when
he came back the third time. He
never said a word. Just set it
down, looked at it, picked it up and
started back again, as if he knew all
the time he would find milk in it
when he looked.
He made it the fourth trip. But
it was a demi-tasse. He began eX-
planning 10 feet away.
'I've only got half cup. I'm
sorry, but this is all the coffee there
is. used it all up making that
damn coffee and milk"
You don't get mad at guy like
that. You might in Chicago, but
not in the VieuX Care.
HIGH above the altar in the
l. l. Church of the Immaculate
Conception on Baronne-st she
stands. The white marble Virgin.
Two circles of light behind her. At
her feet three silver candlesticks,
fancifully nodded, with deer, and
little boys, and birds in trees. Very,
very old candlesticks.
Men and women of New Orleans
kneel in silence and cross them
selves. Very few of them know the
stories of the Virgin, and the can
dlesticks.
The Virgin was sculptured by
craftsmen of Lyons for Marie
Louise, wife of Napoleon. On her
shoulder appeared little black
spot, one of those streaks that some
times show up in marble.
Marie Louise, Empress, would
have no Virgin with a black spot.
Any Virgin for Marie Louise must
be as white as the snow.
The pious women of New Orleans
heard about it, Clipped in and
bought the lovely figure, brought
her over, and there she is today,
high above the altar, black spot and
all.
A N old, old house in the yieux
1 =. Care, behind the ancient
Cathedral of ST. Louis.
In this house an old lady died the
other day. A very old lady, Creole
Of sentiment and strong blood. She
died at SO. She was born there, she
died there, and only three nights of
her entire SO years had she slept
elsewhere. She had never married,
The night she died. two friends
called to comnliserate with her
brother. They offered restrained,
sad words.
The old man put his arms around
them. He was not sad.
do not grieve, my dear friends"
he said. Her death was beautiful
DEATH"
Let me tell you," he said. Eats
till 9, she called to me. Francois
she said, pour me little glass of
brandy
80 I got a bottle of brandy 4S
year old, and poured her a glass,
and put one arm behind her and
lifted her up, and held it for her,
and she slipped it in slow sips, and
rested little between sips.
"And then at the cathedral bells
began ringing and she sat up with
my arm around her and listened to
the bells, and just as they stopped
she smiled and lay back down and
she was dead.
my dear good friends, how could
anything be more beautiful than
that. With the taste of good brandy
in her mouth and the sound of the
bells in her ears and smile on her
face =. is that not beautiful?
DIV GoOron norIc