The Grandissimes
It was in the Théatre St. Philippe (they had laid a temporary floor over the parquette seats) in the city we now call New Orleans, in the month of September, and in the year 1803. Under the twinkle of numberless candles, and in a perfumed air thrilled with the wailing ecstasy of violins, the little Creole capital's proudest and best were offering up the first cool night of the languidly departing summer to the divine Terpsichore. For summer there, bear in mind, is a loitering gossip, that only begins to talk of leaving when September rises to go. It was like hustling her out, it is true, to give a select bal masqué at such a very early--such an amusingly early date; but it was fitting that something should be done for the sick and the destitute; and why not this? Everybody knows the Lord loveth a cheerful giver.
And so, to repeat, it was in the Théatre St. Philippe (the oldest, the first one), and, as may have been noticed, in the year in which the First Consul of France gave away Louisiana. Some might call it sold. Old Agricola Fusilier in the rumbling pomp of his natural voice--for he had an hour ago forgotten that he was in mask and domino--called it gave away. Not that he believed it had been done; for, look you, how could it be? The pretended treaty contained, for instance, no provision relative to the great family of Brahmin Mandarin Fusilier de Grandissime. It was evidently spurious.
Being bumped against, he moved a step or two aside, and was going on to denounce further the detestable rumor, when a masker--one of four who had just finished the contra-dance and were moving away in the column of promenaders--brought him smartly around with the salutation:
Comment to yé, Citoyen Agricola!
H-you young kitten! said the old man in a growling voice, and with the teased, half laugh of aged vanity as he bent a baffled scrutiny at the back-turned face of an ideal Indian Queen. It was not merely the tutoiement that struck him as saucy, but the further familiarity of using the slave dialect. His French was unprovincial.
George Washington Cable
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THE GRANDISSIMES
MDCCCXCIX
CONTENTS
PHOTOGRAVURES
MASKED BATTERIES
THE FATE OF THE IMMIGRANT
"AND WHO IS MY NEIGHBOR?"
FAMILY TREES
A MAIDEN WHO WILL NOT MARRY
LOST OPPORTUNITIES
WAS IT HONORÉ GRANDISSIME?
SIGNED--HONORÉ GRANDISSIME
ILLUSTRATING THE TRACTIVE POWER OF BASIL
"OO DAD IS, 'SIEUR FROWENFEL'?"
SUDDEN FLASHES OF LIGHT
THE PHILOSOPHE
A CALL FROM THE RENT-SPECTRE
BEFORE SUNSET
ROLLED IN THE DUST
STARLIGHT IN THE RUE CHARTRES
THAT NIGHT
NEW LIGHT UPON DARK PLACES
ART AND COMMERCE
A VERY NATURAL MISTAKE
DOCTOR KEENE RECOVERS HIS BULLET
WARS WITHIN THE BREAST
FROWENFELD KEEPS HIS APPOINTMENT
FROWENFELD MAKES AN ARGUMENT
AURORA AS A HISTORIAN
A RIDE AND A RESCUE
THE FÊTE DE GRANDPÈRE
THE STORY OF BRAS-COUPÉ
THE STORY OF BRAS-COUPÉ, CONTINUED
PARALYSIS
ANOTHER WOUND IN A NEW PLACE
INTERRUPTED PRELIMINARIES
UNKINDEST CUT OF ALL
CLOTILDE AS A SURGEON
"FO' WAD YOU CRYNE?"
AURORA'S LAST PICAYUNE
HONORÉ MAKES SOME CONFESSIONS
TESTS OF FRIENDSHIP
LOUISIANA STATES HER WANTS
FROWENFELD FINDS SYLVESTRE
TO COME TO THE POINT
AN INHERITANCE OF WRONG
THE EAGLE VISITS THE DOVES IN THEIR NEST
BAD FOR CHARLIE KEENE
MORE REPARATION
THE PIQUE-EN-TERRE LOSES ONE OF HER CREW
THE NEWS
AN INDIGNANT FAMILY AND A SMASHED SHOP
OVER THE NEW STORE
A PROPOSAL OF MARRIAGE
BUSINESS CHANGES
LOVE LIES A-BLEEDING
FROWENFELD AT THE GRANDISSIME MANSION
"CAULDRON BUBBLE"
CAUGHT
BLOOD FOR A BLOW
VOUDOU CURED
DYING WORDS
WHERE SOME CREOLE MONEY GOES
"ALL RIGHT"
"NO!"