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Steam :nd Ga PipinE tings. MERCHANT TAILOR. The Harlmssmakrl‘ kinds , Movers and Land Culver leaned back in his chair. his glance bent upon a discolored statue of Psyche in the courtyard. “Had the marquis attended to his garden, like Candide or your humble servant. and eschewed the company of kings. he might have been as care free as he was -4 - ‘â€"-â€" -A‘,‘A “Isl-II. Ila" vaâ€" â€"â€" wretched. His monarchs were knocked I down like ninepins. Louis XVIII. was ( a man of straw, Charles X. a feather | top and Louis Philippe a toy ruler. The marquis’ domestic life was as unblest as his political career. The frail duchess left him a progeny of scan- dals. These, the only offspring of the iniquitous dame. were piquantly dress- ed in the journals for public parade. Fancy. then, his delight in disinherit- ing his wife’s relatives and leaving you. his daughter. his fortune and his “His name!” she repeated sadly. With averted face she watched the fountain in the garden. “If he had given it to my mother.” she continued, . “but nowâ€"I do not care for it. Her r name is all I want.” Her voice trem- bled. and she exclaimed passionately: “I should rather Mr. Saint-Prosper would keephihe property and Iâ€"my work. After denying my mother and deserting her, how can I accept any- "9’ thing from him : . ~-A,-o‘ nu..-“- “Under the new Will." 8810 umver. “the estate does not revert to Mr. Saint- I’rosper in any event. But you might divide it with him," he added sud- denly. _ _ .- Afi.‘ ~‘A --‘-AA “How could I do that?” she asxea without looking Up. “Marry him.” laughed the attorney. But the jest met with scant response. his fair client remaining motionless as a statue. while Barnes gazed at her turtlvely. Culver’s smile gradually faded. Uncertain how to proceed. re- alizing his humor had somehow mis- -â€"â€"â€" LLA aliwziag his humor had somehow mis- carried. be was not sorry when the manager arose, saying: “Well. my dear, it is time we were at the theater.” “Won't you accept this nosegay from my garden. Miss Carew?” urged the lawyer in a propitintory tone as they were lea wing. And the attorney not only accompa- nied them to the door. but downstairs to the street. where he Mood for a mo- ment watching them drive down the thoroughfare. Then he slowly re. turned. breathing heavily â€"invidious contradit-tion of his youthful assumpâ€" tion â€"â€"and shaking his head as he mounted to his room. 0‘ _A sages and its babel of tongues. Above him, however, the plaster bust of Jus tinlan out of those blank, slghtless eyes continued the contemplation of the garden as though turning from the complex jurisprudence of the an- cients and moderns to the slmple ex- istence of butterflies and flowers. will.” said Culver. that ?” she asked jealous lest some one of their number should batten too gluttonously at this general collation. it was the one topic of interest in the musty. dusy court- house until the end appeared with the following announcement ‘in the local papers: “Annoucei Vente importante de ne- gres! Mauville estate in bankruptcy!” And thereafter were ' specified the different lots of negroes to be sold. '-L-â€"- A- .15- “Luv- v.- Coincident with these disasters came 1 news from the north regarding his sup- posedly immense interests in New York state. A constitutional convention had abolished all feudal tenures and freed the fields from baronial burdens. At a breathâ€"like a house of cards-the northern heritage was swept away and about all that remained of the princi- pality was the worthless ancient deed itself, representing one of the largest colonial grants. But even the sale ofrthe negroes and his other merchandise and property‘ failed to satisfy his clamorous creditors! or to pay his gambling debts. Thos- obligations at cards it was necessary to apartments, turned over his expensive I furnishings and bric-a-brac to the gam- iblers and snapped his fingers at the ' overanxious constables and lawyers. ___- -1 .. aged quadroon who had been a servant in his family many years agoâ€"how long no one seemed to rememberâ€"and who had been his nurse before she had received her freedom. She enjoyed the distinction of being feared in the neigh- borhood; her fetiches had a power no other witch’s possessed. and many of the negroes would have done anything to have possessed these infallible charms, save crossing her threshold to 1---..3 cualm-’ ”VD Vow-v â€"â€" get them. Mauvi-lle,’ when he found fortune slipping away from him and ruin staring him in the face, had been glad to transfer his abode to this un- hallowed place; going into hiding, as it were, until the storm should blow by. when he expected to emerge. confident as ever. himself from the streets in that quar- ter of the town where the roofs of va- rious colored houses formed strange geometrical figures and the windows were bright with flaring headdresses, beneath which looked out curious vis- ages of ebony. Returning one day from such a peregrination. be deter- mined to end a routine of existence so humiliating to his pride. Pausing before a doorway. the land baron looked this way and that and. seeing only the rotating eyes of a pick- aninny fastened upon him. hurried through the entrance. Hanging upon the walls were red and green pods and bunches of dried herbs of uuqumtion‘ able virtue belonging to the old m-uno's pharmacopmla. Maltville slowly." :14 cended the dark stairs and “’30!!!“ mg retreat. a small apartment. with fur niture of canework and floor covered P with sea grass, the ceiling low and the windows narrow, opening upon a min- iature balcony that altered space for one and no more. _- 3‘4‘_ "Any one been to 808 “Is dat yo’, honey?” said an aaonng voice on the landing. “Yes, auntie.” replied the land baron as an old crone emerged from an ill lighted recess and stood before him. “Any one been to see me, mammy?" “Only dat Mexican gemmen -dat gemmen been here befo’ who take yo’ message about de troons; when dey go from New Orleans; how many dey “You know that, auntie?” he asked quickly. “You know that I”â€" “Yes, honey," she answered, shak- ing her head. “Yo’ be berry careful, Mar‘s’r Edward.” “What did he want ‘I" said the land baron quickly. “Be (it) me dia.” And the crono handed her visitor a slip of paper on which a few words were written. honey ?” said an adoring mam my I” the land “No. She runs“ worsuip :0; Lu“. the infatuated ('rnne'. “We’re losing time. mammy.” be ex- claimed. “Stop this nonsense. and go pack a few things for me. I have some letters to write." 'CttC|a ‘V V' .I‘Vv The old woman reluctantly obeyed. and the land baron penned a somewhat lengthy epistle to his one time master in Paris. the Abbe Moneau. whose dis- approval of the Anglo-Saxon encroach- metits’witness Louisiana-and zeal for the colonization of the Latin races are matters of history. Having completed his epistle. the land baron placed it in the old crone’s hand to mail with. “If that man calls again tell hlm I’ll meet: him tonight." and. leaving the room. shot through the doorway. once more rapidly walking down the shabby thor- oughfare. 'l'he .'I‘.."ll negro woman stumbled out lllmtl the balcony and gazed after the tit-parting figure. CHAPTER XXX. N a certain evening about a month later the tropical rains had flooded the thoroughfares until St. Charles street need- 0] but a liiulto and a little imagination to convert it into a watery highway of another \‘eniee. while. as for Canal street. its name was as applicable as though it were spanned by a Bridge of seated on the semioriental. semi- French gallery of the little cafe called the Veranda sipping his absinth and smoking a cheroot. Before him was paper partly covered with well nigh illegible versification and a bottle of ink. while a goose quill. tool of the tuneful nine, was expectantly poised in mldair. “Contound it!” he said to himself. “I can’t write in the attic any more since Celestina has gone. and apparent- ly I can’t write away from it. But I must stop thinking or I’ll never com- plete this poem. Now to make my mind a blank. a fitting receptacle to receive inspira tion.” The hard’s figure swayed uncertain- ly on the stool. In the lively race through a sonnet it was often of late a matter of doubt with Straws whether Bacchus or Calliope would prevail at the finish, and tonight the jocund god had had a perceptible start. “Nappy. eh?” said a voice at his el- bow as a dripping figure approached. deposited his hat on one chair and him- self in another. The newcomer had a long. Gothic face and a merry-Wise ex- pression. â€" - -- A ,‘____._.1 ..-- dived suildcnly to paper. trailed twice across it and then was cast aside as Straws looked up. “Yes.” “he replied to the other’s inter- rogation. “It’s all on account of Celes- tlna’s leaving me. You ought to see “I.“ w -v“ . -wc my room.” The poet sighed. “And you. Phnzma; how are you feeling?” “Sober as a judge.” “Then you shall judge of this last couplet.” exclaimed Straws quickly. “It has cost me much effort. The editor wanted it. It seemed almost too sad a subject for my halting muse. There are some things which should be sacred even from us. Phazma. But what is to be done when the editor in chief com- mands? ‘Ours not to reason why!’ The poem is a monody on the tragedy at E the theater.” ‘tAt the St. Charles?" said Phazma musingly. “As I passed it was closed. It seemed early for the performance to be over. Yet the theater was dark; all the lights had gone eut." “Moore than the lights went out.” an- swered Straws gravely. “A life went out!" “I don’t exactly-oh. you refer to Miss Carew’ s farewell?” “\‘o: to Barnes’!” “Barnes’!” exclaimed his surprised listener. proâ€"firms. and I could not but notice it. standing in the wings. The prompter wake of it to me. Even Miss Carew rallied him gently between acts on his sundued manner. "Yes: he is dead: gone out like the snuff of a candle! Died in harness. be- fore the footlights! He acted as if he were dazed white the play was in “ ‘This is our last performance togeth- er.’ he said absently. She gave him a reproachful look and he added quickly: ‘Do I appear gloomy. my dear? I never felt happier.’ - A L- “At the end of the second acr ne seemed to amuse himself. when she, as Isabella. said. ‘1’“ fit his mind to death. for his soul’s rest.’ He gazed at her long and earnestly. his look caressing her wherever she moved. Beginning the of the second act he M £88 Carew rushed to him. 1th a cry I shall never shed to him and arms, gazing at the audience. W y his lips movedâ€""Your ebbed. Once on) play never motherâ€"tbere!â€"-wbere the ends!’ and it was over." . “‘1‘ nhnamn ult is finafly: tiou. HE sudden and tragic death of Constance’s foster father, which occurred virtually as . narrated by Straws. set a seal of profound sadness on the heart of the young girl. “Good sir. adieu!" she had said in the nunnery scene. and the eternal parting had shortly followed. Her affection for the old manager had been that of a loving daughter. The grief she should have experienced over the passing of the marquis was trans- ferred to the memory of one who had been a father through love’s kinship. In the faraway past. standing at the bier of her mother. the manager it was who had held her childish hand. con- soling her and sharing her affliction, and in those distant but unforgotten days of trouble the young girl and the homeless old man became all in all to each other. __ n-I‘ “ ,L am its inscription the answer to the «intu-‘s l query, “Thy Best of Life Is Sleep." Constance remained in New Orleans. There the old manager had found 1.1;; final resting place. and she had no def- inite desire to go elsewhere. Adrift in the darkness of the present. the yonn': girl was too perplexed to plan for the future. so she remained in the house Barnes had rented shortly before his death. An elderly gentlewoman of fall- en fortunes. to whom this seinirural establishment belonged. Constance re- tained as a companion. passing her time quietly, soberly. almost in soli- tude. This mansion. last remnant of its owner's earthly estate. was roomy and spacious. nestling among the or» anges and inviting seclusion. with its. pretentious wall surrounding the grounds. The old fashioned gentlewoman. poor and proud. was a fitting figure in that ancient house, where in former days! gay parties had assembled. ’mt now . the principal callers at the old liOilse were the little fat priest, with a rosy = smile. who looked after the aged l:l~ . dy’s soul. of which she was most so- i licitous in these later days. and the j Count de Propriac. who came ostensi- ' hly to see the elderly woman and chat I about genealogy and extraction. hut ; was obviously not unmindful of tize i presence of the young girl nor averse ' to seeking to mitigate h’er sorrow! Culver. the lawyer, too, came occasion- l ally to talk about her affairs. but of- , ten her mind turned impatiently from i figures and markets to the subtle l rhythm of Shakespeare. She regretted ‘ having left the stage. feeling the lone- liness of this simple existence. yet averse to seeking diversion and shun. hing rather than inviting society. As the inert hours crept by she longed for the forced wakefulness and stir of oth- er days-happy days of insecurity. fleeting. joyous days. gone now beyond recall! But while she was striving to solve these new problems of her life they were all being settled for her by fate. that arrogant meddler. Calling one morning. Culver, nosegay in hand. was obliged to wait longer than usual and employed the interval in casually ex- amininghlssurroundlngsandlnda'en tally himself. First, with the vault: of younglsh old gentlemen, he and lutoatallmlrrorframedlnthsfan- ltasdcsiwhofthsearlyVeneflanaa lglasswuehhadhelongodtothslnar- scene quiz and bad erstwhile reflected tho light beauty of his noble opoule. Pun- tnx about u long a It would have tut- “ u lady to udjust a curl, be 900:: m 3 Dutch abbot Q! Mali In“ J. v s like a rgnizlnce.” Said Phazma at the conclusion of this narra. CHAPTER xxx1. 9mm we “Wan; . he said. a little mom color perhaps, like some of these flow- ers. It I were a doctor I should pre- scribe less cloister. more city!” She took the flowers, meeting MI kindly gaze with a faint smile. “Most patients would like such pre- ‘ ‘4-“M‘3 ” ho went on. “I should soon but quixoucally pla same category with curiosity was no harsher than that of _ ' ‘“-A -Am ‘vnr‘flfv tated in what he was about to say. shifting in his chair uneasily when they were seated. but finally coming to the point with: ---â€"L -0 41.- llWhyfl_ “Salnt-Prosper has no further inter- est in the marquis’ sous." he said quickly. ‘ â€"- LAâ€" “‘m She gazed straight before her, calm and composed. This absence of any exhibition of feeling reassured the at- torney. “He lsâ€"dead?" she asked quietly. V‘His brother’s disgrace!" claimed. she ex- ---' -vâ€" - ' my. The same ship that took him out carried back, to the marquis. the story of his brother’s disgrace"â€" Culver nodded. “He ooId a French stronghold in Africa, Miss Carew." Had the attorney been closely ob- serving her he would have noticed the' sudden look of bewilderment that crossed her face. She stared at him with her soul in her eyes. “Ernest Saint-Prosper’s brother?" The turmoil of her thoughts held her as by a spell. In the disruption of a fixed conclusion her brain was filled with new and poignant reflections. Unconsciously she placed a nervous hand upon his arm. “Certainly not!" exclaimed Culver quickly. “Owing to the disgrace. I am sure. more than to any other reason. he bade farewell to his country-and 1 now lies unmourned in some mountain ravine. it is true the marquis quar- reled with him. disliking not a little the young man’s republican ideasâ€"but 1 my dear young lady. you are ill?” ; “No. no!" she returned hastily. striv- ing to maintain her self possession. , “Howâ€"do you know this?" “Thefi Ernest Saint-Prosper who wasâ€"killed in Mexico was not the traitor ?” “Through the marquis himself." he replied. somewhat uneasy beneath her steady gaze. “He told me the story in order to protect the estate from any possible pretensions 'on the part of the traitor. The renegade was reported dead. but the marquis nevertheless re- mained skeptical. He did not believe in the old saw about the devil being dead. ‘Le diable lives always.’ he said." The visitor observed n perceptible change in the young glrl. just what he could not define. but to him It seemed most to lie in her eyes. where some- thing that baffled hlm looked out and met his glance. “His brother wan an omcer In the French army?" she asked 1: though forcing herself to speak. “Yes; ten years older than Ernest Balm-Prosper, he had already made a career for himself. How eagerly. then. must the younger brother have looked forward to meeting him; to aervlng with one who. in his young eyes. was all that was brave and noble! What a bitter awakening from the dream! It la not those we hate who can lnjnre us most: only those we love can stab no to deeply!" Mechanically she answered the law- yer. and. when he prepared to leave. the hand given him at parting was 1! cold as lee. “Remember.” he uid admonishlngly. f‘leu planter. more city !" A Leveler. 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