Grandissime, that is requiring the immigrant to prove his innocence!" Frowenfeld spoke from the heart. "And even the honest immigrant is welcome only when he leaves his peculiar opinions behind him. Is that right, sir?" The Creole smiled at Frowenfeld's heat. "My-de'-seh, my cousins complain that you advocate measures fatal to the prevailing order of society."

Just or unjust, good or bad, needful or not, done elsewhere or not, I do not say; but it is a Creole trait. Do the people at large repudiate those men? My-de'-seh, in no wise, seh! No; if they were Américains but a Louisianian is a Louisianian; touch him not; when you touch him you touch all Louisiana! So with us Grandissimes; we are legion, but we are one.

"Yes," he said again, after a pause which was not a rest, "I often see that we Grandissimes are a good example of the Creoles at large; we have one element that makes for peace; that pardon the self-consciousness is myself; and another element that makes for strife led by my uncle Agricola; but, my-de'-seh, the peace element is that which ought to make the strife, and the strife element is that which ought to be made to keep the peace!

"The shadow of the Ethiopian," said the grave apothecary. M. Grandissime's quick gesture implied that Frowenfeld had said the very word. "Ah! my-de'-seh, when I try sometimes to stand outside and look at it, I am ama-aze at the length, the blackness of that shadow!" It blanches, my-de'-seh, ow whole civilization! It drhags us a centurhy behind the rhes' of the world!

"My-de'-seh," Honoré had once on a time said to Frowenfeld, meaning that to prevail in conversational debate one should never follow up a faltering opponent, "you mus' crack the egg, not smash it!"

"My-de'-seh," replied the Creole, "you speak like a true Anglo-Saxon; but, sir! how many communities have committed suicide. And this one? why, it is just the kind to do it!" "Well," said the governor, smilingly, "you have pointed out what you consider to be the breakers, now can you point out the channel?" "Channel? There is none! And you, nor I, cannot dig one.

But M. Grandissime spoke with a rallying smile. "Mr. Frowenfeld, you never make pills with eight corners eh?" "No, sir." The apothecary smiled. "No, you make them round; cannot you make your doctrines the same way? My-de'-seh, you will think me impertinent; but the reason I speak is because I wish very much that you and my cousins would not be offended with each other.

Never mind a little political heterodoxy, you know; almost any man can be trusted to shoot away from the uniform he has on. And then " "But," said the other, "I have offered you " "Oh!" replied the Creole, like a true merchant, "me, I am too busy; it is impossible! But, I say, I would compel, my-de'-seh, this people to govern themselves!"

"I know; you want to say you cannot accept my philosophy and I cannot appreciate yours; but I appreciate it more than you think, my-de'-seh." The convalescent's smile showed much fatigue. The Creole extended his hand; the immigrant seized it, wished to ask his name, but did not; and the next moment he was gone.

It rhetahds and poisons everhy industrhy we got! mos' of all our-h immense agrhicultu'e! It brheeds a thousan' cusses that nevva leave home but jus' flutter-h up an' rhoost, my-de'-seh, on ow heads; an' we nevva know it! yes, sometimes some of us know it." He changed the subject. They had repassed the ruins of Fort St.