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The bugle rings, the drums beat; "tramp, tramp," in quick succession, go the short-stepping, nimble Creole feet, and the old walls of the Rue Chartres ring again with the pealing huzza, as they rang in the days of Villeré and Lafrénière, and in the days of the young Galvez, and in the days of Jackson. The old Ponchartrain cars move off, packed.
And so it was that the wild cattle on the uplands would hear Trovatore hummed by a passing vaquero, while the same melody was filling the streets of the far-off world. For three days Gaston Villere remained at Santa Ysabel del Mar; and though not a word of restlessness came from him, his host could read San Francisco and the gold-mines in his countenance.
And so it was that the wild cattle on the uplands would hear "Trovatore" hummed by a passing vaquero, while the same melody was filling the streets of the far-off world. For three days Gaston Villere remained at Santa Ysabel del Mar; and though not a word of the sort came from him, his host could read San Francisco and the gold-mines in his countenance.
Such another library was not then in California; and though Gaston Villere, in leaving Harvard College, had shut Horace and Sophocles for ever at the earliest instant possible under academic requirements, he knew the Greek and Latin names that he now saw as well as he knew those of Shakspere, Dante, Moliere, and Cervantes.
Such was the situation when, on the morning of December 23, the British advance party, numbering about seventeen hundred, conveyed in small boats over the shallow Lake Borgne and up the Bienvenu, landed six miles below the city and seized the mansion of Major Villeré, a Creole gentleman of the neighborhood.
But, pardieu! what use? A man of sense will not dream such fool dreams. This I know, there are three sentries yonder in the passageway, a good dozen more under arms in the guard-room beyond, with still others vigilantly pacing the deck above. What use, I say, for did not poor Villere try it, and, before he had covered twenty feet, had three bullets in his brain?
"Are all American girls so brave and fearless?" inquired Mr. Villere. "I think most of them are," said Patty, "but you must understand I was not recklessly daring. I have had many lessons in motoring, and I'm a fairly expert driver. Of course, everybody is liable to accidents, and I took my chances on them, but not on my driving." "You took chances on losing your head," remarked Rosamond.
"I am certain that it must be a great possession," Gaston continued; "and yet and yet dear me! life is a splendid thing!" "There are several sorts of it," said the padre. "Only one for me!" cried Gaston. "Action, men, women, things to be there, to be known, to play a part, to sit in the front seats; to have people tell each other, 'There goes Gaston Villere! and to deserve one's prominence.
"My name is Gaston Villere, and it was time I should be reminded of my manners." The Padre's hand waved a polite negative. "Indeed, yes, Padre. But your music has amazed me. If you carried such associations as Ah! the days and the nights!" he broke off. "To come down a California mountain and find Paris at the bottom! The Huguenots, Rossini, Herold I was waiting for Il Trovatore."
The vessel lay at anchor, and some one had landed from ha and was talking with other men on the shore. Seeing the priest slowly coming, this stranger approached to meet him. "You are connected with the mission here?" he inquired. "I am." "Perhaps it is with you that Gaston Villere stopped?" "The young man from New Orleans? Yes. I am Padre Ignacio." "Then you'll save me a journey.
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