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Arkansas ladies' journal. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1884-1886, August 23, 1884, Image 4

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The thunder last Wednesday was simp
lv tremendous, and the lightning was more
y -a and active than usual. It tapped a tel-
Traph pole corner of Gains and Markham
and the splinters flew, while at that time tel
egraphing was below par.
__The ladies of the Congregational church
a sociable this week at the residence of
Mrs. Finley, corner of Izard and Fourth
streets, and were made welcome in the cor
dial manner usual with that lady.
—Col. Gibson displays some fine speci
mens of grass, grown at Morrilton by the
St. Josephs colony.
—The Marquand library with the agreea
ble and accomplished Mrs. Bishop as librari
an is now open and much patronized by the
public. Not only is the selection of reading
matter in that library very excellent, but a
gifted learned lady, the librarian, evinces in
terest in every reader and book selected.
—We are sorry to chronicle the death of a
lad employed by the Citizens Street Railway
Co. The unfortunate child was fatally kicked
by a vicious mule whom he was attempting
to harness.
—Michael Quinn, a night watchman at the
state treasurer’s office, was accidentally and
fatally shot while on his beat last Monday
night.
—Landau, who has the confectionery on
Main near Fifth street, offers a large and fine
ly selected choice of candies—confections as
low as can be purchased in the city. He is
also one of the most courteous and liberal
dealers in the city. Let our ladies give him
a call.
—Mrs. Haynie and Miss Packard, on Main
and Sixth streets, will go East in a few days.
The first mentioned lady to secure new and
late fashions in milinery. Miss Packard vis
its New York to notice and bring back the
latest style of corsage skirts and draperies in
the dress making line.
SOCIETY ITEMS.
Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert Knapp have return
from St. Louis and are now spending a
ew days at their country seat.
Mr. J. L. Palmer and Mrs. Lou Cald-
Wen are n °w at Eureka Springs.
wi rS ' Bentley intends spending the
er ere to secure educational advantages
er son. This will be pleasant news to a
ge number of our citizens.
i »u der tlle care of Dr - J ames A - Dibrell,
bestn SU . r^'C ‘d s kiU has been so successfuly
Plea '7’ the friends of Dr> Can treU will be
pieased to learn i
the s’ le 1S recover ing from
C «"CforH" ee ’ SPrain that haS kept hi ”
•or the past fortnight.
I c hurch i ai^ leS Society of the Episcopal
I her with C ° ntcm Pl a ting a bazaar in Novem
e view of raising funds to com-
plete the new church under way. Nothing
definite has been arranged, though the plan
is approved.
Mr. A. Godbold is expected soon from
Waukesha, where he has had a most repress
ing sojourn.
Lts. Woodward and Catlin have been “or
dered away,” from this post, not certainly by
their friends here, who much regret to hear
of their departure. Two bachelor officers
will succeed them.
Miss Fannie Scott, who is now at Wauk
esha, will leave about the first of September
for Pittsburgh to visit Miss Clemmie Reese.
Miss Julia Warner and Miss Maude
Smith will return next Saturday from New
York state, where they have spent the sum
mer.
Miss Lillie Eakin passed through the city,
Monday, en route for Arkadelphia, after a
delightful three weeks’ stay in Searcy.
Miss Susie Sannoner is spending a few
days at Early Grove, near Memphis.
Little Cassie Newton, lately recovered
from diphtheria, left last week, in the care of
a Sister of Mercy, for Hot Springs. We
hope the change may entirely restore her
faded roses.
FELISTE LA GRAVE.
A Story of Early French St. Louis.
BY MARY W. LOUGHBOROUGH.
The dark waters of De Sotos river sped
rapidly by, along the shore of an old french
village, years ago, one New Years morning.
Swiftly this turbid water glided under the
shadow of a solid ice gorge; a gorge that had
but just formed, and, it lifted its self in huge
shafts and creaking fragments as it groaned
with the weight and force of its own crash
ing masses.
Where this village stood; there is now the
ambitious aspirant of a central capital, even
the city of St Louis.
Upon this morning of a happy creole day
the sun shown with a cold and frosty beam.
He had but just rolled up from some pink
grey cloud billows in the East; and he beam
ed down reserved and blinking as his fil
my couch gear dropped from about him.
But as he cleared the horizon glittering and
splendid, he met the uplifted eyes of a young
girl.
The bright dark eyes which looked from
the window, this festive morning, were pure
and guileless, a girlish innocence and truth
fulness shone in their clear depths, while an
almost infantile softnes of contour rounded
her fair cheek and throat. She is watching
the sunrise upon her sixteenth birth day the
anniversary of her life’s bright dawning, and
the commencement of a gay New Year.
And so in the blush of the morning Feliste
La Grave as she stands at the window young
happy and childlike, kisses the tiny crucifix
attached to the gold beads around her white
throat, and crossing herself whispers in soft
undertones a prayer.
And now come up glad voices from the
street below, songs and merry laughter, as
borne on rough sleds with many a jest and
greeting the poorer people are passing and
repassing. They come and go from the
houses of parents and grand parents, where
they have sought a blessing on the year be
fore them; a blessing, and a pardon for the
faults and possible neglect of the past.
Feliste has a smile and nod for many who
pass; now and then she kisses her hand, as
some young girl looks up and salutes her.
A delicate flush deepens upon the young
girl’s cheek, as cantering by in his blue and
white uniform, a young Spanish officer of
Gen. Dellassus staff lifts his hat, and bow
low to her, with a quick smile of pleasure.
A light hand is laid upon her head.
“My child may God grant to you a hap
py and a holy life.”
“Ah, mama, dear mama you are here!
bless me and pardon, oh yes, pardon all my
last year. If I have spoke so quick, so im
patient. and a guilty child of so many dis
obedience, forgive oh yes, and bless another
year.”
Kneeling before her mother, Feliste rev
rently bent her head.
Madame La Grave looking solemnly up
ward as e the young girl knelt before her,
placing her hand again upon the bowed head
said.
“May God present to ypu ma chere enfant
a long life,. If it be happy, may he love
you. If it be for sorrow, 0, Father of Christ
give her love, and then strong courage for
sorrow.
Then as Feliste arose, the lady tenderly
kissed her, and prassing her protecting arm
about the young girl moved with her from
the room.
Among the old French inhabitants of St.
Louis New Years day was ever one of visit
ing and congratulation. So, scarcely had
Feliste breakfasted with madame La Grave
when guests began arriving. Elderly men with
white locks saluted the lady of the man
sion, forgetting not the rosy cheeks of Mad
emoiselle Feliste; and the petite figure of
Madame La Grave’s daughter was sonieiiiiies
lifted from the floor by the stout arms and
enthusiastic embrace of some grey headed
old Frenchman whose muscles were still
firm and sinewy, from trapping in the bracing
mountain air, though perhaps he might be
seventy or eighty and a grandfather.
During the day the young Spanish officer
arrived.
He who had by galloping past in the early
morning received the first smile of the New
Year from the red lips of Feliste. Now he
gracefully offered her the salute of the 0
season; but the young lady swept him a
flowing courtesy ; and while lightly laughing
a little defiant glitter in her black eye as
sured him that this attention was needless, jli
and premature. But afterward she made
him so many graceful proffers of refresh-
[to be continued.]

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