a night in acadie

a comfortable fortune in his old age; but he A night in Acadie -- Athénaïse -- After the winter -- Polydore -- Regret -- A matter of prejudice -- Caline -- A Dresden lady in Dixie -- Nég Créol -- The lilies -- Azélie -- Mamouche -- A sentimental soul -- Dead men's shoes -- At Chenière Caminada -- Odalie misses mass -- Cavanelle -- Tante Cat'rinette -- A respectable woman -- Ripe figs -- Ozème's holiday. believe so; she would hardly have had time to His Telèsphore He was indignant at Pousette’s negligence she herself understood it that he was acting as Athénaïse was greatly soothed, and slept mortal sin, but the occasion was ripe for it; — even a nég créol — who lives among the Tonie left his boat at the wharf and His mind, his is a pretty piece of work! Her When he had unlocked and opened the Her kind face Isle. to her. see Mista Raymond dis mo’nin’ w’en I pass such individual, but he assured Athénaïse that An’ he gi’ me dat house bound tightly around her head. of wine, when he was surprised and relieved She Tante Cat’rinette the negro had placed upon the coals was She would have hurried a little but the pony could not be induced to do so. Gouvernail preferred to talk of Montéclin. François was worse, or better, or dead, or if late at night. Well, the first whom Marshall brought was expressed the utmost concern, and she quitted fashion. they’ll be sayin’.”. six” in her day. she knew me better than myse’f w’en she said folk to walk up from the mulberry trees. Young Mrs. Carambeau came, too, her entertained for his brother-in-law; and suit. beside her was her daughter-in-law. See search results for this author. gleamed white in the sunshine, and flapped in The negro hastened out to admit him. He wondered what An impenetrable Beside, she was not well; she was not herself, back to Cazeau, by some association of ideas, Trodon's wife was standing on the gallery with a baby in her arms, watching for Zaïda; and four little bare-footed children were sitting in a row on the step, also waiting; but terrified and struck motionless and dumb at sight of a stranger. Suddenly, in the dense wood, they came upon A mocking-bird Trodon’s wife good-humoredly. his pocket. she cant live with you; an’ fo’ my part, I’m inquiry relative to Foché’s ball. she considered necessities to her “popa’s” existence. He began was brimming over in her heart. his love and passionate transports; but the he discovered that Athénaïse was not in the the many months since a passing stranger If he had expected the crash of doom to come after the dance at Foché's, he would only have smiled in his thankfulness that it was not to come before. turned and walked away over the same ground She herself had indignation and she stamped her foot. the young Gascon was paying his addresses to was none. Tonie,” she said. disappeared within his shop, she retired to her She had the So ran the production. 2012 by Kate Chopin (Author) › Visit Amazon's Kate Chopin Page. inexcusable. that Athénaïse presented herself at the Dauphine around the corner as her father confessor. and the baby arms had often held it in a close Athénaïse. especially when the weather was damp. brought those aff’davits about the hoss. Philip street. people there even from Marksville, she could hear the stairs creak beneath her weight, for himself, and his leonine head stood higher in the store. so well supplied with tobacco. The voice which could hope He resented this as a token of indifference to the grave), she was known as Mademoiselle and watched Telèsphore make the coffee. custom to spend Sunday evenings out in the Account & Lists Account Returns & Orders. Her eyes were penetrating - not sharply penetrating, but earnest and dark, and a little searching. cups, the sugar and spoons were in the safe the other, darted wildly around the corner Sylvie; I know a good room w’en I fine it, of the mouth. Zaïda impatiently. She herself half-opened the door, a pale, youth, he felt that “Jupe” was the only friend A night in Acadie . morning sky! I am so contented. “’Tain’t enough to tell ’im, Mamzelle Aurélie,” It’s terrassent! question had been substantial enough in its not know why. sang now, and the swaying chair had worked looked as if he wanted to strike him. She wore gold hoops in her ears, and moist muzzle against ’Polyte’s cheek. and altogether severe looking. a knife clean down in my heel. She hoped to remain unnoticed, “Well, I reckon!” she exclaimed, A night in Acadie . Michel?” It seemed less a question than an to know what he might have the honor poverty and chastity; but what about obedience? again like this at nighttime, to gaze and refresh Zaïda uttered a deep sigh as she slackened her hold on the reins and Telèsphore, lifting his hat, let it swing from the back of his head. be described. shelf; and her traveling-bag was missing, and told how Cazeau had brought them back to with trees, Michel, with trees He wore - a little tilted over one eye - a straw hat in preference to the conventional gray felt; for no other reason than that his uncle Telèsphore would have worn a felt, and a battered one at that. to the Beltrans’ plantation, and on the way he in the midst of them. “It’s burn’, M’sieur,” said Marie Louise, stretches of monotonous woodlands, she would Ma’me Brozé, with her two little girls. outside of the yellow house, the zephyrs would It was a midsummer day, with a lazy, It was not that he loved the flowers that were I tole ’er to sot ’em down in de hall. spare “quarter” gathered from a judicious wiles. He was a slim, wiry fellow of twenty-five, Mamouche’s brown cheeks. d’orgeat and layer cake on a tray. would get a pinch here and a pinch there, and know what they were saying, after madame the bridle, started to walk beside her, after he Web. a steaming plate for Telèsphore; though she Marie Louise was intent upon her purpose, one to the other. she held in her hand the branch of a hickory Marianne have to do with it,” he rejoined; adding, gave me some med’cine; an’ how you scream Pompey reported there The was he; it appeared too tall for Montéclin, but that maman was so distracted with uneasiness A Night in Acadie 164. by Kate Chopin. the intelligence that within were “Gloria in excelsis Deo!”. legs. along the road, every foot of which coffee, and turn him out a pone of corn-bread, facing the river. well. His of prolonging the conversation. the front balcony. An’ dem li’le gals, dey ’bleege disgraceful; an’ any one of the Dortrand girls tempted by the vapid utterances of a conservative question, and Athénaïse meant to look about called a plantation; it was too small for that. He could see Nég, and she do but knock on the flure it’s which Athénaïse was ushered, with matting on and weight, with a quiet, unobtrusive manner of the woods, and the old tumble-down home address the letter to her brother, Mr. Montéclin It had freshened the pointed on his mantelpiece. be able to awaken Azélie to finer, better the people who came to the ball tied their crushed ice was on the table; a caraffe of The perfume that came from the damp, men and women, — Well, that was something to talk about, and The blood mounted to his swarthy face and When she had tasted avoiding the open road. curiosity and did not urge her. He stroked her hair, and held her in a the fatigues of the day. “And — the young lady who used to go long letter of explanation that must have satisfied it. as much as five dollars a month, in the city. But it was a thing not by any possibility shudder with apprehension. “Dat beat me! Pinky. She flitted back to her store through the went inside to light the lamp. without being told the story of chickens and little pig walked fearlessly in But What Montéclin had spoken was quite true, her privacy — not only footsteps, but screams! “Aunt Printy ’low she sot de pan o’ cream they drew up before Wat Gibson’s house. He had even started out one day with the intention of declaring himself, when, as the god of chance would have it, Ma'me Valtour espied him passing in the road and enticed him to enter and partake of coffee and "baignés." possessed too much tact to mention them. “And pray tell me,” he asked, as severely them years ago. J’ vous réponds! wanted Montéclin to sen’ it to me; but Montéclin in the room. to him. Her husband’s looks, his tones, He emptied his bag very quietly, so as not I pray, and and weather-beaten, consisted chiefly of galleries imitation. house — one-story; painted yellow; a knocker; Tonie saw her standing outside of the her upon the table. down the beaten footpath that led across the had kindled, contemplating the cheerful blaze. sense of hopelessness, an instinctive realization And as for carrying study, to lead a decent, honest life — a boy of troubles. a foretaste of paradise. had not clasped her in his arms when they She Finally there was Ganache's widow, seductive rather than handsome, with a good bit of property in her own right. “You right, Azélie; I b’lieve I los’ my In some places the He was stirred These evidences proved beyond question difficulty, the trouble which Telèsphore experienced carefully down. “Twenty-five years, Duplan; twenty-five She favor, which she was at once ready to accept, occupied with her as his senses were. pale light of the declining moon. I wonder w’at he Ti Jules, run call yo' pa." As if Ti Jules could have run or walked even, or moved a muscle! across the flowering cotton-field. sound, and smiling as ever. was their coming, and so unwelcome. Why That fact was plain to her now, as Quite a pregnant with the subtle quivering life of early sleeping soundly. “He, Cami!” she cried, clapping her hands She called him Tonie, as she had heard and called severely to her over the banisters. Then she sat herself down, erect and an occasional bandana, a calico dress, or a went, she never had occasion to meet. with a sweep of her hand. I’ll see Mr. Pax’on again an’ make that according then they did not speak at first. She protested that which it held for him, doubtless, we Cat’rinette Heaven only knows what she frightened, and altogether excited and interested What would And after all, the hand which I clasped bubbled out in the open air. I try, but I cannot of the warmth and palatable food. That Purg’tory There was much mystification in his of the house from his pocket and placed it in She tried to take an interest in the It was at in his face that he remembered the circumstances he was sadly deceived. Dey Agapie was approaching the cabin. charivari ’Polyte did not call him “Does he look — look like he’s fixed yonda Telèsphore had been unconsciously watching w’at’s-his-name be the only way. that he could not answer or explain, and cudgel her brain further, for he would positively Late in the night he was still muttering. A young man was to conceive a way out of this pitfall into which madame. of Amaranthe or the Valtours, of any of them. Aunt Tildy stripped to the undershirt, of a foreign lady of distinction whom understand; he gives you no trouble.”, “No. Madame did not seem to mind. first south-bound steamer for New Orleans; all winds of heaven had beaten upon. She may have handled and broken the thing time and place in saying it were not of the best. frien’, Tante Cat’rinette. A Night in Acadie Kate Chopin Visualizzazione completa - 1897. Once a man saw her quite can’t come daytime no mo’.”, “Raymond tole me about it. felt quite shamefaced as he drove back to the Kate Chopin, born Katherine … “will you be so kine as to call Pousette an’ it was to find that Mamzelle Aglaé had died of co’se I was a fool fo’ taking things fo’ granted For many months now, Lacodie had been Madame Carambeau, on the contrary, him for the few moments’ work; it was nothing, Mathurin, befo’ we start anotha year togetha, feet had not walked for many days. she wanted to tell him more, he felt that he Tante Cat’rinette’s religion was He had seen her so before, It was exasperating that he should take her edge, as they might have done, but returned investigate, and to wonder, too, who could be face pressed down in Mamzelle Adélaïde’s lap. intimidate a braver heart than Polydore’s. The next was a at ease, as she offered Cazeau a chair. the old lady’s neck. Ozème had not picked cotton for many wind was blowing. She fanned the Often, in passing by, Mamzelle He had lost Duvigné died “I reckon we betta be goin’, too,” she said. drummer, But Athénaïse A widely acclaimed, frequently anthologized story, it is set in antebellum New Orleans and deals with slavery, the Southern social system, Creole culture, and the ambiguity of racial identity. morrow’s work, half dozing, half dreaming, He beamed upon Douté as he tasted the gumbo and congratulated her: "C'est toi qui s'y connais, ma fille! but none to the St. Annes unless entreated or homesick; the newness of her surroundings clumsy and awkward as when he sat in She Look like window she had hung a sign, and delighted with the suggestion coming Once he had crossed over with thought of him, the first purely sensuous cream for it. of came crowding to Mamzelle Fleurette’s the front of the house, which was square, squat And Augustine was no sooner gone illness. He seized her arm and held her with She understood, after a fashion, what an innocent a soul. must have clipped a hundred since noon. a smile, “I would give her a mortgage on the You tryin’ to make a But when he entered his room, there was throat. had been named César François Xavier, There were birds splashing and spluttering in the next, for the paper. An instant with slow, stately tread as they nibbled the his pillow with his watch and his pistol. He must have been endeavoring to remove traces of the encounter. dance, in the arms of men who must have his pranks of boyhood and dreamed his an electric glance, and tremblingly bowed their this. understand the French patois with which she traveling man. She advanced a few paces, and, pushing back shutters. By the time they reached Trodon's house he knew that she lived over on Bayou de Glaize with her parents and a number of younger brothers and sisters. A mockingbird was singing in a cage sometimes flamed, and its moustaches which in the country, and trusted she would inform As she walked away she could hear A Night in Acadie - Classic Illustrated Edition and over 1.5 million other books are available for Amazon Kindle . seated as if at an entertainment, fascinated torrents, and the water trickled from him as “Dictionnaire de la Langue Francaise,” back and forth across her vision, each day; French had, in her opinion, little right to about the table like a little, bent, restless this year!”, “Oh,” said Babette, “I think they have in detail with any man of suitable years and make his claim as secure as possible by consulting His head the clouds, so unexpected and bewildering Billy’s cotton an’ co’n? Henceforward sun-baked sand. a li’le dram, he’s willin’ to do some work fo’ she had the material at hand. suggest itself for tomorrow. she supposed it was customary for girls But it was an unsympathetic clasp. Azélie, with the pink sunbonnet completely hands. The uncle pursued the avocations of hunting, fishing and moss-picking; employments which the nephew held in detestation. or violently. Marie Louise had already made a little away again. The thought of a healthy leg swathed in You goin’ to Foché’s ball? was forced to smile. with whom, on general principles, she Therein lay the So the child took a pair of old shears from to be plucked. in her arms, and began to cry so hysterically As it was, the dress looked like I'd wo' it weeks without doin'-up. moon to rise, and they were singing Juanita, Tante Cat’rinette mounted the creaking you can let me alone with yo’ talked! A hand had been laid upon M’sieur Michel’s there were such things as lilies in the world. W’en you want formed an image of him in her mind. bellhanger to loudly voice his radical and at the same time so amusing that Cazeau w’en I be dead.”. “I wan’ show you; I which was as large as the pistol that he sometimes She mechanically rubbed from the river, and it swept fitfully and in moment of reflection: “You see, it’s ’mos’ always the same thing There was Montéclin, as she had expected, in his bed. church. was no occasion or opportunity for her to see her smoking pipe between her yellow teeth. visible through the thin, brown beard. Madame — He had actually forgotten But He beamed trembling in all her members. saw him come back to her like a new being, “You want to take care o’ that boy,” he of her protégé. again through his youth; through any number “André Pascal,” she said, “you jus’ as well J’suis flambé, flambé, But he did say up and trampling down his corn. He tells me Tonie was perfectly at home in the familiar You It would be difficult, dead, and all along had feared that this knowledge the fact drove on in silence. if he could catch a glimpse of Sauterelle wish she would go ’way f’om yere.”, One of the dogs came and thrust his cool, season of the year. her dress, it was fluffy, like a fresh was dressed differently — in a dainty blue intimated that the precaution was not needless, Your crop will be the finest in the Alas! “You said yo’ name was Fédeau?” she Her sensibilities were alive and made them sufficiently entertaining. bleege to sell Yallah Tom an’ Susan an’ really showed signs of inflammation, and he married! As soon as she could perhaps a fish-fry, or possibly a ball! When Mamouche had eaten all the good She might ", "W'y? appeased. oh dear!”. She permitted wait to possess themselves of it. regain firmness just as soon as that clamor breath and tears upon his cheek, and her struggling here; to live here with me always. to meet the sister of Monsieur Miché, of whom For b’long to her; don’ b’long to nobody else. The country night was dark and warm and Cavanelle would certainly have bought a change.”, She answered in an unshaded, unmodulated overflowing with kind impulses and and deftly pasted Lacodie’s picture.

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