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The quantities in that problem were the ancestral - thematernal - roots of those two rival and hostile familieswhose descendants - some brave, others fair - we findunwittingly thrown together at the ball, and with whomwe are shortly to have the honor of an unmaskedacquaintance.

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They threw dice for her. Demosthenes De Grapion - he who, tradition says, first hoisted the flag of Franceover the little fort - seemed to think he ought to have achance, and being accorded it, cast an astonishinglyhigh number; but Epaminondas cast a number higherby one (which Demosthenes never could quite understand),and got a wife who had loved him from firstsight.

There was a real pathos in the contrast offered to thisfamily line by that other which sprang up as slenderlyas a stalk of wild oats from the loins of Demosthenes DeGrapion. A lone son following a lone son, and heanother - it was sad to contemplate, in that colonialbeginning of days, three generations of good, Gallicblood tripping jocundly along in attenuated Indian file.It made it no less pathetic to see that they werebrilliant, gallant, much-loved, early epauletted fellows,who did not let twenty-one catch them without wivessealed with the authentic wedding kiss, nor allowtwenty-two to find them without an heir. But they had a sadaptness for dying young. It was altogether supposablethat they would have spread out broadly in the land;but they were such inveterate duelists, such braveIndian-fighters, such adventurous swamp-rangers, and suchlively free-livers, that, however numerously their half-kinmay have been scattered about in an unacknowledgedway, the avowed name of De Grapion had becomeless and less frequent in lists where leading citizenssubscribed their signatures, and was not to be seen inthe list of managers of the late ball.

It is not at all certain that so hot a blood would nothave boiled away entirely before the night of the balmasqué, but for an event which led to the union of thatblood with a stream equally clear and ruddy, but of amilder vintage. This event fell out some fifty-two yearsafter that cast of the dice which made the princessLufki-Humma the mother of all the Fusiliers and of noneof the De Grapions. Clotilde, the Casket-Girl, the littlemaid who would not marry, was one of an heroic sort,worth - the De Grapions maintained - whole swampfulsof Indian queens. And yet the portrait of this greatancestress, which served as a pattern to one who, at theball, personated the long-deceased heroine en masque,is hopelessly lost in some garret. Those Creoles havesuch a shocking way of filing their family relics andrecords in rat-holes.

Did you ever hear of a more perfect specimen ofCreole pride? That is the way with all of them. Showme any Creole, or any number of Creoles, in any sort ofcontest, and right down at the foundation of it all, I willfind you this same preposterous, apathetic, fantastic,suicidal pride. It is as lethargic and ferocious as an alligator.That is why the Creole almost always is (or thinks he is)on the defensive. See these De Grapions' haughty goodmanners to old Agricole; yet there wasn't a Grandissimein Louisiana who could have set foot on the De Grapionlands but at the risk of his life.

There was also the subject of rotation in office. Wouldthis provisional governor-general himself be able to standfast? Had not a man better temporize a while, and seewhat Ex- Governor-general Casa Calvo and Trudeau weregoing to do? Would not men who sacrificed old prejudices,braved the popular contumely, and came forwardand gave in their allegiance to the President's appointee,have to take the chances of losing their official positionsat last? Men like Camille Brahmin, for instance, orCharlie Mandarin: suppose Spain or France shouldget the province back, then where would they be?

WHEN the long, wakeful night was over, and the doctorgone, Frowenfeld seated himself to record his usualobservations of the weather; but his mind was elsewhere - here, there, yonder. There are understandingsthat expand, not imperceptibly hour by hour, but ascertain flowers do, by little explosive ruptures, with periodsof quiescence between. After this night of experiencesit was natural that Frowenfeld should find thecircumference of his perceptions consciously enlarged.The daylight shone, not into his shop alone, but into hisheart as well. The face of Aurora, which had been thedawn to him before, was now a perfect sunrise, while inpleasant timeliness had come in this Apollo of a HonoréGrandissime. The young immigrant was dazzled. Hefelt a longing to rise up and run forward in this flood ofbeams. He was unconscious of fatigue, or nearly so - would have been wholly so but for the return by and byof that same, dim shadow, or shadows, still rising anddarting across every motion of the fancy that groupedagain the actors in last night's scenes; not such shadowsas naturally go with sunlight to make it seem brighter,but a something which qualified the light's perfectionand the air's freshness.

Wherefore, resolved: that he would compound his life,from this time forward, by a new formula: books, so much;observation, so much; social intercourse, so much; love - as to that, time enough for that in the future (if he was inlove with anybody, he certainly did not know it); of lovetherefore, amount not yet necessary to state, but probably(when it should be introduced), in the generous proportionin which physicians prescribe aqua. Resolved, inother words, without ceasing to be Frowenfeld the studious,to begin at once the perusal of this newly foundbook, the Community of New Orleans. True, he knewhe should find it a difficult task - not only that much ofit was in a strange tongue, but that it was a volumewhose displaced leaves would have to be lifted tenderly,blown free of much dust, re-arranged, some torn fragmentslaid together again with much painstaking, andeven the purport of some pages guessed out. Obviously,the place to commence at was that brightly illuminatedtitle-page, the ladies Nancanou.

Then, all this torture to be hidden under smiles!Worse still, when by and by Messieurs Agoussou,Assonquer, Danny and others had been appealed to anda Providence boundless in tender compassion hadanswered in their stead, she and her lover hadsimultaneously discovered each other's identity only to find thathe was a Montague to her Capulet. And the source ofher agony must be hidden, and falsely attributed to therent deficiency and their unprotected lives. Its truenature must be concealed even from Clotilde. What asecret - for what a spirit - to keep from what acompanion! - a secret yielding honey to her, but, it might be,gall to Clotilde. She felt like one locked in the Gardenof Eden all alone - alone with all the ravishing flowers,alone with all the lions and tigers. She wished she hadtold the secret when it was small and had let it increaseby gradual accretions in Clotilde's knowledge day byday. At first it had been but a garland, then it hadbecome a chain, now it was a ball and chain; and it wasoh! and oh! if Clotilde would only fall in love herself.How that would simplify matters! More than twice orthrice she had tried to reveal her overstrained heart inbroken sections; but on her approach to the very outerconfines of the matter, Clotilde had always behaved sostrangely, so nervously, in short, so beyond Aurora'scomprehension, that she invariably failed to make anyrevelation.

It seems that Clemence, seeing and understandingthe doctor's imprudence, had sallied out with the resolveto set some person on his track. We have said that shewent in search of her master. Him she met, and thoughshe could not really count him one of the doctor'sfriends, yet, rightly believing in his humanity, she toldhim the matter. He set off in what was for him a quickpace in search of the rash invalid, was misdirected by atoo confident child and had given up the hope of findinghim, when a faint sound of distress just at hand drewhim into an alley, where, close down against a wall, withhis face to the earth, lay Doctor Keene. The f. m. c.had just raised him and borne him out of the alley whenHonoré came up.

They went to his counting-room and elsewhere, in searchof him, to smite their hands into the hands of theirfar-seeing young champion. But, as we have seen, they didnot find him; none dreamed of looking for him in anenemy's camp (19 Bienville) or on the lonely suburbancommons, talking to himself in the ghostly twilight; andthe next morning, while Aurora and Clotilde were seatedbefore him in his private office, looking first at the faceand then at the back of two mighty drafts of equalamount on Philadelphia, the cry of treason flew forth tothese astounded Grandissimes, followed by the word thatthe sacred fire was gone out in the Grandissime temple(counting-room), that Delilahs in duplicate were carryingoff the holy treasures, and that the uncircumcised andunclean - even an f. m. c. - was about to be inducted intothe Grandissime priesthood.

His mind - his occasional transient meditation - wasthe more comfortable because he was one of those fewwho had coolly and unsentimentally allowed HonoréGrandissime to sell their lands. It continued to growplainer every day that the grants with which theirs wereclassed - grants of old French or Spanish under-officials - were bad. Their sagacious cousin seemed to havestruck the right standard, and while those titles whichhe still held on to remained unimpeached, those that hehad parted with to purchasers - as, for instance, thegrant held by this Capitain Jean-Baptiste Grandissime - could be bought back now for half what he had got forit. Certainly, as to that, the Capitain might well havethat quietude of mind which enabled him to findoccupation in perfecting the edge of his penknife andtrimming his nails in the dark.

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