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Updated: June 18, 2025
If the dear Mother would but put it into the hearts of the men who had sent Ovide, her nephew, from her whom she loved as a son to give him his liberty! She was sure he had never forged the note; it was cruel of them to have him kept in such an unhappy, disgraceful place. Even if he had fallen, might they not have shown him mercy?
"But surely, Ovide, you will burn the turkey all up," I insisted, in a milder tone for, as I have already stated, I was in no wise an authority on cooking, and from the patronizing way in which he spoke, I began to feel that I had been interfering unnecessarily. "Well," he replied ponderingly, "p'rhaps she do a little too quick, and I'll tak her out; aldo she's only be in a few minute."
"Certainly the flea," replied Sister Ovide; "but in order to avoid the dangers of this chase, you must be careful in whatever spot you put your finger on the beast, to touch nothing else.... Then without regarding its cries, plaints, groans, efforts, and writhings, and the rebellion which frequently it attempts, you will press it under your thumb or other finger of the hand engaged in holding it, and with the other hand you will search for a veil to bind the flea's eyes and prevent it from leaping, as the beast seeing no longer clearly will not know where to go.
"Well, after weeks, Ovide helping, all at once there was Mingo, in the gang, by the block, waiting his turn to go on it. Picture that! Any time I want to shut my eyes I can see it, and I think you can do the same, h'm?" Blessed h'm; 'twas the flower of the Chapdelaines humming back to the bee.
At this the sisters burst out laughing so heartily that one of them sounded a bass note and voided a little water and Sister Ovide pointing to it on the floor, said "You see there's never wind without rain." The novice laughed herself, thinking that these chuckles were caused by the sister's exclamation.
The costumer shrugged: "Pardon, in that case I must seek elsewhere." He would have moved on, but Chester asked: "What kind of advice do you want if not legal?" "Literary." The young man smiled: "Why, I'm not literary." "I think yes. You know Ovide Landry? Black man? Secon'-han' books, Chartres Street, just yonder?" "Yes, very pleasantly, for I love old books."
Fortunately, for humanity's sake, there were on our special which consisted of the engine, the baggage car, and our private car only five souls: Charles Fielding, the manager; myself, William Thurlow; Fred Swan, the conductor; Joe Robbins, the driver; and the hero of this history, Ovide Tetreault, the French-Canadian fireman.
Thereupon they huddled up close together, alarmed at these words, but wishing to know more. "And is it enough to love, to suffer?" asked a sister. "Oh, yes!" cried Sister Ovide.
Partly for the little boy's sake three days were let pass before Aline made her announcement. There was but one place for it the Castanados' parlor. All the coterie were there the De l'Isles, even Ovide butler pro tem. "You will have refreshments," he said, with happiest equanimity; "I will serve them"; and the whole race problem vanished.
"Already," said Castanado, "we chanze to have three or four. Mademoiselle has that story of her grand'mère, and Mr. Chezter he has sir, you'll not care if I tell that? Mr. Chezter has the sequal to that, and written by his uncle!" "Yes," Chester put in, "but Ovide Landry finds it was printed years ago." "Proof!" proclaimed Mme. Alexandre, "proof that 'tis good to print ag-ain!
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