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The passionate southern sky, looking down and seeing some six thousand to seventy-five hundred of her favorite children disconcerted and shivering, tried in vain, for two hours, to smile upon them with a little frozen sunshine, and finally burst into tears. In thus giving way to despondency, it is sad to say, the sky was closely imitating the simultaneous behavior of Aurora Nancanou.
The candle was lighted by Clotilde and held over Aurora's shoulder; they saw a heading and footing more conspicuous than the rest of the writing. The heading read: "Aurora and Clotilde Nancanou, owners of Fausse Rivière Plantation, in account with Honoré Grandissime." The footing read: "Balance at credit, subject to order of Aurora and Clotilde Nancanou, $105,000.00."
"There are a great many Americans that think as you do," said Frowenfeld, quietly. "But," said the little doctor, "what did that fellow mean by your Creole partner? Mandarin is in charge of your store, but he is not your partner, is he? Have you one?" "A silent one," said the apothecary "So silent as to be none of my business?" "No." "Well, who is it, then?" "It is Mademoiselle Nancanou."
He became desperate, and did a thing I have known more than one planter to do: wrote his pledge for every arpent of his land and every slave on it, and staked that. Agricole refused to play. 'You shall play, said Nancanou, and when the game was ended he said: 'Monsieur Agricola Fusilier, you cheated. You see? Just as I have frequently been tempted to remark to my friend, Mr. Frowenfeld.
It may not be premature to add that about four weeks later Honoré Grandissime, upon Raoul's announcement that he was "betrothed," purchased this painting and presented it to a club of natural connoisseurs. The accident of the ladies Nancanou making their new home over Frowenfeld's drug-store occurred in the following rather amusing way.
"MADAME NANCANOU: I muss oblige to ass you for rent of that house whare you living, it is at number 19 Bienville street whare I do not received thos rent from you not since tree mons and I demand you this is mabe thirteen time. And I give to you notice of 19 das writen in Anglish as the new law requi.
"But you must open it," whispered Clotilde, half rising. Aurora opened the door, and changed from white to crimson. Clotilde rose up quickly. The gentleman lifted his hat. "Madame Nancanou." "M. Grandissime?" "Oui, Madame." For once, Aurora was in an uncontrollable flutter. She stammered, lost her breath, and even spoke worse French than she needed to have done. "Be pl pleased, sir to enter.
"A matter of business called young Nancanou to New Orleans. He had no friends here; he was a Creole, but what part of his life had not been spent on his plantation he had passed in Europe. "Now, what does the old man do but give him a letter of introduction to old Agricole Fusilier! And to Agricole the young man went.
"I had to do some prodigious lying at that ball. I didn't dare let the De Grapion ladies know they were in company with a Grandissime." "I thought you said their name was Nancanou." "Well, certainly De Grapion-Nancanou. You see, that is one of their charms: one is a widow, the other is her daughter, and both as young and beautiful as Hebe.
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