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To tell you the truth, my-de'-seh, I hoped to use you with them pardon my frankness." "If Louisiana had more men like you, M. Grandissime," cried the untrained Frowenfeld, "society would be less sore to the touch."
Now, my-de'-seh, the thing you ask me to do is to cast overboard that old traditional principle which is the secret of our existence." "I ask you?" "Ah, bah! you know you expect it. Ah! but you do not know the uproar such an action would make. And no 'noble part' in it, my-de'-seh, either.
Peace first and justice afterwards that was the principle on which I quietly made myself the trustee of a plantation and income which you would have given back to their owners, eh?" Frowenfeld was silent. "My-de'-seh, recollect that to us the Grandissime name is a treasure. And what has preserved it so long? Cherishing the unity of our family; that has done it; that is how my father did it.
"What can you expect, my-de'-seh?" the Creole was asking, as they confronted each other in the smoke of their choice tobacco. "Remember, they are citizens by compulsion. You say your best and wisest law is that one prohibiting the slave-trade; my-de'-seh, I assure you, privately, I agree with you; but they abhor your law!
Why, that negro's death changed the whole channel of my convictions." The speaker had turned and thrown up his arm with frowning earnestness; he dropped it and smiled at himself. "Do not mistake me for one of your new-fashioned Philadelphia 'negrophiles'; I am a merchant, my-de'-seh, a good subject of His Catholic Majesty, a Creole of the Creoles, and so forth, and so forth. Come!"
Frowenfeld, this people esteem this very same crime of caste the holiest and most precious of their virtues. My-de'-seh, it never occurs to us that in this matter we are interested, and therefore disqualified, witnesses. We forget that we ourselves are too close to see distinctly, and so continue, a spectacle to civilization, sitting in a horrible darkness, my-de'-seh!" He frowned.
It is not to condemn that you want; you want to suc-ceed. Ha, ha, ha! you see I am a merchant, eh? My-de'-seh, can you afford not to succeed?" The speaker had grown very much in earnest in the course of these few words, and as he asked the closing question, arose, arranged his horse's bridle and, with his elbow in the saddle, leaned his handsome head on his equally beautiful hand.
Frowenfeld's color increased. He turned quickly in his saddle as if to say something very positive, but hesitated, restrained himself and asked: "Mr. Grandissime, is not your Creole 'we' a word that does much damage?" The Creole's response was at first only a smile, followed by a thoughtful countenance; but he presently said, with some suddenness: "My-de'-seh, yes.
Just as I came along, a private difficulty between a Creole and an Américain drew instantly half the street together to take sides strictly according to belongings and without asking a question. My-de'-seh, we are having, as Frowenfeld says, a war of human acids and alkalies." They descended and drove away.
My-de'-seh, the water must expect to take the shape of the bucket; eh?" "One need not be water!" said the immigrant. "Ah!" said the Creole, with another amiable shrug, and a wave of his hand; "certainly you do not suppose that is my advice that those things have my approval." Must we repeat already that Frowenfeld was abnormally young?
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