Little Nobody
ne bright March morning, in New Orleans, almost dazed by the rapidity with which he had been w
the senses were taken captive by the sensuous perfume of rare flowers that, in his Northern land, grew only within the confines of the close conservatory. Then, too, the dark, handsome faces of the people, and their mixture of foreign tongues, had their own peculiar charm. Nothing
, and, as he phrased it, "put him through." The theaters, the carnival, the races, all whirled past in a blaze o
irst, that he is the Little Nobody of my story. He was not little at all,
ugh they freely owned that she was a trifle fast, and did not have the entrée of some of the best houses in the city. However, there were some nice, fashionable people n
bijou house in Esplanade Street. He accepted with outward eagerness and inward indifference. He was too familiar w
sive a luxury for a poor devil of a newspaper correspondent," he told t
m to call in the afternoon, when there
tle savage, would be rich, mon ami. You would ge
ittle
emond there will gratify your curiosity. The little vixen flung her tiny slipper into his face once
ndt, looking at Remond; but the latter on
ittle
ng him, and decided not t
e was surrounded by admirers, and she was betting furiously on the racing, but she foun
, black lace, and Maréchal Niel roses, her beautiful, brilliant face wreathed in smiles, her toilet so perf
he stage, and she had been starring it ten years befo
s flashed reproachfully, as she
ankee, you hav
" he fibbed; "but I am
d, and then the racing distr
ld race-course was surrounded by thousands upon thousands of people in carri
to the exciting scene. The racing was superb, and men and women were betting freely on
oded steeds curveting with impatient ardor, their silver-mounted trappings glistening in the sunlight, and their handsome riders clothed faultlessly in habits of dark rich cloth fitting like a glove. It was truly a sp
edly. "Who is that little tot on the Arab so like your own? Heavens! it is-i
ndon-a girl, a child almost, the lissom, budding figure sitting erect and motionless in the saddle, a stream of ruddy golden hair flying behind her on the br
ed dismay and anger. She muttered, lo
ittle hussy! She shall
a moment later, with a careless,
little savage! You should have seen her mother, the bare-back rider, g
k face relaxing into enthusiasm. "She has stole
ed and retor
b, my splendid Arab, that I care for so guardedly! Why, one of his slender hoof
ing gray eyes turned
longs t
ad the bad taste to die in my employ and leave the baggage on my hands. She has grown up
giment," said one, laughing; but
h notions into Monsieur Van Zandt's head. Let him under
eam in the dark-gray eyes, but he s
she is v
distanced every competitor, and the applause was tremendous. In the midst of it all she reined in her gallant steed a moment before the judges' stand, then, before the dust cleared a
and lost every stake. She could think of nothing but the daring girl who had taken her own Selim, her costl