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So the different heirs of the De Charleu estate had always strictly regarded the rights and interests of the De Carloses, especially their ownership of a block of dilapidated buildings in a part of the city, which had once been very poor property, but was beginning to be valuable.
The master was old Colonel De Charleu, Jean Albert Henri Joseph De Charleu-Marot, and "Colonel" by the grace of the first American governor. Monsieur, he would not speak to any one who called him "Colonel," was a hoary-headed patriarch.
De cane was wave in de wind, de garden smell like a bouquet, de white-cap was jump up and down on de river; seven belles demoiselles was ridin' on horses. 'Pritty, pritty, pritty! says old Charlie. Ah! Monsieur le Père, 'ow 'appy, 'appy, 'appy!" "Yass!" he continued the Colonel still staring "le Compte De Charleu have two familie. One was low-down Choctaw, one was high up noblesse.
Old Charlie, though by alias an "Injin," was plainly a dark white man, about as old as Colonel De Charleu, sunk in the bliss of deep ignorance, shrewd, deaf, and, by repute at least, unmerciful. The Colonel and he always conversed in English.
Don't you see dat fine gentyman, De Charleu, done gone and tore him down and make him over new, you blame old fool, Charlie, you low-down old Injin dog!" "I'll give you forty thousand dollars," said the Colonel. "For de 'ouse?" "For all." The deaf man shook his head. "Forty-five!" said the Colonel. "What a lie? For what you tell me 'What a lie? I don't tell you no lie." "Non, non!
The original grantee was Count , assume the name to be De Charleu; the old Creoles never forgive a public mention. He was the French king's commissary. One day, called to France to explain the lucky accident of the commissariat having burned down with his account-books inside, he left his wife, a Choctaw Comptesse, behind.
Old Charlie's Injin blood says, 'sell de house, Charlie, you blame old fool! Mais, old Charlie's good blood says, 'Charlie! if you sell dat old house, Charlie, you low-down old dog, Charlie, what de Compte De Charleu make for you grace-gran'muzzer, de dev' can eat you, Charlie, I don't care." "No!" And the no rumbled off in muttered oaths like thunder out on the Gulf.
And the new Comptesse she tarried but a twelvemonth, left Monsieur a lovely son, and departed, led out of this vain world by the swamp-fever. From this son sprang the proud Creole family of De Charleu.
True, if he held to it, the caving of the bank, at its present fearful speed, would let the house into the river within three months; but were it not better to lose it so, than sell his birthright? Again, coming back to the first thought, to betray his own blood! It was only Injin Charlie; but had not the De Charleu blood just spoken out in him? Unconsciously he groaned.
If I go out of dis place and don't go to Belles Demoiselles, de peoples will say, dey will say, 'Old Charlie he been all doze time tell a blame lie! He ain't no kin to his old grace-gran-muzzer, not a blame bit! He don't got nary drop of De Charleu blood to save his blame low-down old Injin soul! No, sare! What I want wid money, den? No, sare! My place for yours!"
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