For it surely would have been agreeable to sit there on the gallery waiting while Zaïda prepared herself for the dance; to have partaken of supper with the family and afterward accompanied them to Foché's. ", "You betta wait till you know who you talkin' about. The elegance of his apparel had been somewhat marred; the men over at the 'Cadian ball would hardly have taken exception now to his appearance. A scene to have aroused the guardians of the peace in a locality where such commodities abound. I don' b'lieve it. There was even no disputing it, and Zaïda recognizing the fact drove on in silence. A Night in Acadie THERE was nothing to do on the plantation so Telèsphore, having a few dollars in his pocket, thought he would go down and spend Sunday in the vicinity of Marksville. It was a little chilly; he supposed the two would want coffee and he knew that Wat Gibson would ask for a cup the first thing on his arrival. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. c'est vous?" Douté was dragging from the fire a stick of wood that Foché had officiously thrust beneath the simmering pot, and she muttered as she hurled it smouldering to one side: "Vaux mieux y s'méle ces affairs, lui; si non!" "Oh, no! Love complete freedom publishing. W'at time did he say? An' afta we done married those tetes-de-mulets yonda on bayou de Glaize can say w'at they want.". A man that will walk from St. Landry plumb to Rapides lookin' fo' work; an' they call that lazy! He stooped and poured some of the bubbling water from the kettle upon the coffee which the negro had set upon the hearth. "Say, Zaïda, w'at you call this? And every fresh invective that he fired at her she hurled it back at him while into the pot went the chickens and the pans-full of minced ham, and the fists-full of onion and sage and piment rouge and piment vert. "No," he returned. He was a little taller than Telèsphore, and more loosely put together. He had been looking at it at intervals of one minute straight along. If he wanted her to cook for pigs he had only to say so. Jump to navigation Jump to search. I knew that was a good time to get away f'om the ball.". He called the young mulatto (destined for the knife) "my boy" and sent him flying hither and thither. ", "He's good-lookin'; yes," she exclaimed, when Telèsphore was out of ear-shot. my dear li'le Zaïdé, how can you say such a thing! How Zaïda's eyes sparkled now! "I can't imagine, me, w'at's become of André! The gumbo smelled good, and Telèsphore would have liked a taste of it. he asked. There would be people there even from Marksville, she thought; there were often gentlemen from Alexandria. Your account will only be charged when we ship the item. He uttered some kind of an exclamation; it was nothing articulate - more like the tone of an animal that gets a sudden knife thrust. When Kate Chopin (1850–1904) began to publish, local-color writing, which came into being after the Civil War and crested during the 1880’s, had already been established. The sight of the 'Cadian seemed to fill him with astonishment. He was not regretting it; he was simply wondering what could have induced him to decline. Instead, our system considers things like how recent a review is and if the reviewer bought the item on Amazon. In most cases, items shipped from Amazon.com may be returned for a full refund. The fire blazed cheerily; the kettle which the negro had placed upon the coals was steaming and singing. "Tain't no lie, ma'am; he b'en sho' raisin' de ole Nick." His hold was not yet steady, however, and the weapon slipped from his grasp and fell to the floor. The uncle pursued the avocations of hunting, fishing and moss-picking; employments which the nephew held in detestation. He was simply mistaken in his estimate of André Pascal's ability to "raise Cain" during an entire afternoon and evening and still keep a rendezvous with a lady at one o'clock in the morning. was a line of gnarled and distorted mulberry trees; and it was there, out in the road, that the people who came to the ball tied their ponies, their wagons and carts. Each saw in the other a thing to be wiped out of his way - out of existence if need be. They say he's lazy. She seemed inwardly excited and preoccupied save for the attention which she lavished upon a large parcel that she carried religiously and laid reverentially down upon the seat before her. $0.95. Amaranthe presented in her person none of these obstacles to matrimony. Long before the end came, poor old Pa-Jeff, confused, bewildered, believed the story himself as firmly as those who had heard him tell it over and over for so many years. "No, I done give my word." it's good enough to talk. She looked at him, too contemptuous to reply. Li'le mo', I would miss the ball. he asked her, "betta let me water the pony.". She would have hurried a little but the pony could not be induced to do so. There was a sound of quiet voices coming from under the trees. The whole situation was so novel, and had presented itself so unexpectedly that Telèsphore wished in reality to become acquainted with it, accustomed to it. If her eyes were not so handsome as Elvina's, her skin was fine, and being slender to a fault, she moved swiftly about her household affairs, or when she walked the country lanes in going to church or to the store. Learn about Author Central. It was a little warm for April but the car was not uncomfortably crowded and Telèsphore was fortunate enough to secure the last available window-seat on the shady side. He seemed to have absorbed her in some way and his brain was not so occupied with her as his senses were. whispered Zaïda. "An' dressed! "You betta turn 'roun'," he said. She wrote two novels: At Fault (1890) and The Awakening (1899). He lit a match and looked at his watch, "It's quarta to one. From the big, low-hanging rafters swung an assortment of fishing tackle, a gun, some discarded articles of clothing and a string of red peppers. They were on the open prairie again, and he fairly ripped the air; some flying demon must have changed skins with him. It also analyzes reviews to verify trustworthiness. W'y don't yo' father and mother want you to marry 'im? The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett, Uncle Tom's Cabin - Harriet Beecher Stowe. The women's voices were piped high and mingled discordantly, like the confused, shrill clatter of waking birds, while the men laughed boisterously. ", "An' my name; it's Zaïda Trodon. Then you can start reading Kindle books on your smartphone, tablet, or computer - no Kindle device required. Some young women tittered and Zaïda fanned herself. Telèsphore had been unconsciously watching her the whole time and perceiving her straight he arose and went to her assistance. There was no one present whom he knew well enough to speak to: the district attorney, whom he knew by sight, a French priest from Natchitoches and a few faces that were familiar only because they were native. 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. View all » Common terms and phrases. "W'y can't you get married at home?" In addition to the short stories which brought her some fame as a writer during her … She had never changed her position and now when she drew herself up her wrist ached and she rubbed them a little. This fantastic notion concerning the origin of his being he owed to the early teaching of his young master, a lax believer, and a great farceur in his day. Pascal was partially sober. "W'at time it is?" Her lips were a revelation, a promise; something to carry away and remember in the night and grow hungry thinking of next day. The blow seemed to complete the process of sobering that had begun in him. We work hard to protect your security and privacy. He stood back and began to contemplate the young fellow and lose himself in speculation and conjecture before him, as if before some unlabeled wax figure. And all on account of the mammoth pot of gumbo that bubbled, bubbled, bubbled out in the open air. No one would have believed, let alone suspected that they were a pair of old black ones which she had covered with pieces of her first communion sash. This particular animal seemed to be appalled by the darkness of the forest and filled with dejection. Telèsphore and Zaïda seated themselves on opposite sides of the table and the negro went out to the wood pile to gather chips and pieces of bois-gras with which to kindle a small fire. He dragged himself, seemingly ready at any moment to give up the breath of life. It was Saturday morning that he decided to spend Sunday in the vicinity of Marksville, and the same afternoon found him waiting at the country station for the south-bound train. you got to come in. The boards of the floor were broad, rough and loosely joined together. You mus' come f'om Natchitoches pa'ish. No need to look fo' him. one or more chapters are available in a spoken word format. "It's strange you don' know 'em yo' se'f, cousine." She held out her hand to him. Her eyes were penetrating - not sharply penetrating, but earnest and dark, and a little searching. To get the free app, enter your mobile phone number. ", "Yonda on the other side the woods up at ole Wat Gibson's - a kine of justice the peace or something. It was an unselfish impulse that prompted the suggestion. And when she left him to go in and dance her first dance with cousin Jules, he leaned up against a post and thought of them: nose, eyes, hair, ears, lips and round, soft throat. There was nothing to do on the plantation so Telèsphore, having a few dollars in his pocket, thought he would go down and spend Sunday in the vicinity of Marksville. Unable to add item to List. She waited but drew back a little into the shadow. . We don’t share your credit card details with third-party sellers, and we don’t sell your information to others. He made enough for them both and a cup for old Wat Gibson when he should come in, and also one for the negro. She was white from head to foot - literally, for her slippers even were white. The absence of regret revealed this to her. Their finery they brought along in pillow-slips or pinned up in sheets and towels. He, too, was holding the reins gathered in one hand across the pony's back. ", "He's got his coat off. 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. In the two story collections Bayou Folk (1894) and A Night in Acadie (1897), Chopin transforms the popular local color sketch into taut, perfectly calibrated tales that portray Louisiana bayou cultures with sympathetic insight and an eye to the unresolved conflicts of a South reeling from the Civil War. She did not raise her voice or lift her finger to stay the combat that was acting before her. Although the house was small, as it comprised but one room, that room was comparatively a large one. Chicot had once been thrashed by a robust young Irish priest for expressing his religious views, and at another time knifed by a Sicilian. "We want to see Mr. Gibson," spoke up Zaïda. Throughout one whole winter he wore a woman's discarded jacket with puffed sleeves. "It's fo'teen minutes pas' twelve," he told her exactly. It was a few minutes of one o'clock when they drew up before Wat Gibson's house. The girl seemed very warm and kept mopping her face. "I'll make a l'ile coffee firs'," he proposed, "an' anyhow we betta wait till ole man w'at's- his-name comes back. "I reckon we betta be goin', too," she said. "You cole?" He seemed to have no curiosity and did not urge her. It was not much more than a rude shelter, and in the dim starlight it seemed isolated, as if standing alone in the middle of the black, far- reaching prairie. But if some one had only thought of gagging Foché, there would have been less noise. "How you don' ask me w'ere I'm goin'?" She was tired in body and spirit, and it was with a sense of restfulness that she sat all drooping and relaxed and watched Telèsphore make the coffee. There had evidently been an attempt at dressing for the occasion at some early part of the previous day, but such evidences had almost wholly vanished. Her will, which had been overmastering and aggressive, seemed to have grown numb under the disturbing spell of the past few hours. Telèsphore having brushed, "spruced" and refreshed himself, strolled about, taking a view of the surroundings. Who let him in? Foché in shirt-sleeves, fat, red and enraged, swore and reviled, and stormed at old black Douté for her extravagance. she said finally. The girl was still quiet and silent; she was thinking tenderly - a little tearfully of those two old tetes-de-mulets yonder on Bayou de Glaize. He took it gratefully enough, but he did not know what to do with it; that is, he did not know what he might dare to do with it, so he let it drop gently away and went to the fire. He began to take account of her appearance: her nose, her eyes, her hair. W'at you reckon he's lookin' fo'? "You ain't goin' anyw'ere this time o' night by yo'se'f." trouble?". There was an error retrieving your Wish Lists. 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. But she knew when it was over, for there was a long moment of utter stillness. "I wonder w'at's keepin' 'im," muttered Zaïda impatiently. Presently Telèsphore entered the room. He followed rather than accompanied her across the beaten and trampled sward. The other went out to the cistern; the sound of the tin bucket splashing in the water reached her where she stood. "You talkin' 'bout Mr. André Pascal? He hoped so, but he did not believe so; she would hardly have had time to dress. He drew forth his silver watch and looked at it in a business-like fashion. with all them chil'ren. The short stories in A Night in Acadie depict all sorts of people and relationships, from slight acquaintance to selfless devotion. He suggested that the bundle be left where it was and agreed to assist her in keeping an eye upon it. it was a sight. He noticed that they were handsome eyes; not so large as Elvina's, but finer in their expression. Looks like I know yo' face. His home without one was like an empty temple in which there is no altar, no offering. I started up yere an hour ago an' that - w'ere's that damned ole Gibson?" The buckboard creaked, bounced, jolted and swayed. These were the first words she had spoken since refusing his offer to drive. Then she heard one of the men descend the steps and go away, for the gate slammed after him. The women's voices were almost without exception shrill and piercing; the men's, soft and low-pitched. The man had gone in search of his master. While Telèsphore was considering his chances of happiness or even success with Ganache's widow, she married a younger man. Posts about A Night in Acadie written by Nasrullah Mambrol. Didn' I meet you once yonda on Bayou Derbanne? Mr. André he b'en down to de P'int all day raisin' Cain.". I neva saw 'im drinkin', me. In the two story collections Bayou Folk (1894) and A Night in Acadie (1897), Chopin transforms the popular local color sketch into taut, perfectly calibrated tales that portray Louisiana bayou cultures with sympathetic insight and an eye to the unresolved conflicts of a South reeling from the Civil War. At that moment he was looking forward to the ball; there was no doubt about that. 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. 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." Of "Michié bon Dieu" he held his own private opinion, and not a too flattering one at that. If there is any animal that can creep more slowly through a wooded road than the little Creole pony, that animal has not yet been discovered in Acadie. There was really nothing more to do in the vicinity of Marksville than in the neighborhood of his own small farm; but Elvina would not be down there, nor Amaranthe, nor any of Ma'me Valtour's daughters to harass him with doubt, to torture him with indecision, to turn his very soul into a weather-cock for love's fair winds to play with. A Night in Acadie. Please try again. His good humor permeated everywhere, like an atmosphere. "Me, I got no time to fool with balls, J' vous réponds! Well, there had been no question from Ma'me Trodon, so why should there be an answer from Zaïda? And illusion had gone from her, and had carried her love with it. We'll e-mail you with an estimated delivery date as soon as we have more information. Zaïda might be among those people approaching, flying, crawling ahead of the darkness that was creeping out of the far wood. Elvina's eyes were beautiful and had often tempted him to the verge of a declaration. Anyway, he won't drink afta he's married to me; he's too fon' of me fo' that. She wore a figured lawn, cut a little low in the back, that exposed a round, soft nuque with a few little clinging circlets of soft, brown hair. His head drooped and he lifted his feet as if each hoof were weighted with a thousand pounds of lead. I didn' know you knew any Baquettes, you, Zaïda.". He say he'll blow out his brains if I don' marry 'im.". It was rather dull where they lived and she often came to lend a hand when her cousin's wife got tangled in domestic complications; or, as she was doing now, when Foché's Saturday ball promised to be unusually important and brilliant. He wondered if she would follow up her inquiry relative to Foché's ball. And as for carrying an umbrella, "Nonc" Telèsphore would have walked the length of the parish in a deluge before he would have so much as thought of one. It was such a good read! So he had come to hold his peace upon that subject. They do an incredible job with all their books. Agapie grew up to deserve the confidence and favors of the family. Any one unacquainted with the peculiarities of the breed would sometimes have fancied that he was standing still. The musicians had warmed up and were scraping away indoors and calling the figures. Telèsphore said nothing. "You'll wait yere till I come back?" Order now and we'll deliver when available. W'at kine of a scound'el is that to let you go through the woods at night by yo'se'f? See search results for this author. There had been girls getting on and off at intervals and it was perhaps because of the bustle attending her arrival that this one attracted Telèsphore's attention. sister projects: Wikidata item. The brute instinct that drives men at each other's throat was awake and stirring in these two. Find all the books, read about the author, and more. A Night In Acadie (1897) by Kate Chopin. "No, I ain't cole." Most of the men had halted their vehicles outside and permitted their women folk to walk up from the mulberry trees. "You said yo' name was Fédeau?" There were a few chinaberry trees and a spreading live oak in the yard. ", "My cousins, the Fédeau family, live yonda. He had been freshly shaved and trimmed and carried an umbrella. There was an absence of reserve in her manner; yet there was no lack of womanliness. André did not enter at once; he stayed a while outside abusing the dog and communicating to the negro his intention of coming out to shoot the animal after he had attended to more pressing business that was awaiting him within. The old negro was kneeling before the fire that he had kindled, contemplating the cheerful blaze. But Zaïda and Telèsphore knew better. Top subscription boxes – right to your door, © 1996-2021, Amazon.com, Inc. or its affiliates. She was not born in Avoyelles parish for nothing. The girl turned to Telèsphore, as to an old and valued friend: "Tiens! The house, big, bulky and weather-beaten, consisted chiefly of galleries in every stage of decrepitude and dilapidation. It was time to dance again with Zaïda and he went in search of her. It was not a village; it was not even a hamlet at which they descended. Telèsphore had once reached the point of believing that Amaranthe would make him an excellent wife. He turned for information to Zaïda. It was the thought of this girl married to a man whom even Jules Trodon would not suffer to enter his house. Among some startling beliefs entertained by Chicot was one that "Michié St. Pierre et Michié St. Paul" had created him. The little Creole ponies galloping in a line looked like hobby horses in the faint distance; the mule-carts were like toy wagons. "You said yo' name was Fédeau?" She realized, but could not comprehend it, not knowing that the love had been part of the illusion. U of Pennsylvania P, 1932. >Kate Chopin, published in her collection A Night in Acadie in 1897. 33365 A Night In Acadie 1897 Kate Chopin. They were under one of the kerosene lamps on the front gallery and he drew forth his silver watch. She accepted Telèsphore's place at the shady window and he seated himself beside her. He had hesitated at first to approach, but at this friendly sign of recognition he drew eagerly forward and held out his hand. But the real, the stunning effect was produced when Zaïda stepped upon the gallery and threw aside her light shawl in the full glare of half a dozen kerosene lamps. The combat, if fierce, was short, and it ended out on the gallery whither they had staggered through the open door - or one had dragged the other - she could not tell. The twenty-one short stories in A Night in Acadie, like those of Bayou Folk, take place in the uniquely blended, multicultural Louisiana. Come in, ma'am; come in, suh; walk right 'long in." Love this book. He was dressed rather carefully in navy-blue "store clothes" that fitted well because anything would have fitted Telèsphore. Passion and blind rage directed the blows which they dealt, and steeled the tension of muscles and clutch of fingers. He beamed upon Douté as he tasted the gumbo and congratulated her: "C'est toi qui s'y connais, ma fille! She called good-bye to her father from the platform and waved good-bye to him through the dusty, sun-lit window pane after entering, for she was compelled to seat herself on the sunny side. Strictly speaking, they may not have been quite all that; but in any event, that is the way Telèsphore thought about them. Zaïda had placed the lamp out of harm's way on the high mantle ledge and she leaned back with her hands behind her upon the table. There is no describing her dress, it was fluffy, like a fresh powder-puff, and stood out. It was easy to imagine that when sober, he might betray by some subtle grace of speech or manner, evidences of gentle blood. But she was all courtesy as she dipped a steaming plate for Telèsphore; though she assured him it would not be fit for a Christian or a gentleman to taste till midnight. "It looks that way to me, somehow," he replied. There had been a spasm of alarm when he did not at once see her where he had left her under the lamp. There lay a good bit of road before them and she did not hesitate to accept Telèsphore's offer to bear her bundle on the way. He was louder than all the noise; he was more visible than the dust. offering to put it around her. A Night in Acadie by Kate Chopin, 9798587967632, available at Book Depository with free delivery worldwide. Excerpt: ...every telling. There is no animal that moves so swiftly across a 'Cadian prairie as the little Creole pony. The night was beginning to deepen, and to gather black about the clusters of trees and shrubs that were grouped in the yard. Me, I live on my own place in Rapides since '92.". Two stories were syndicated by the American Press Association. Initially, her stories were published in a variety of magazines (Atlantic Monthly, Vogue, The Century Magazine, etc.). Those who saw them thought they had gone out to take the air. She might as well have tried to move the banks of Red river. she laughed. But Telèsphore was firm. View All Available Formats & Editions. "Then if it don' make any diff'ence w'ere I'm goin', I jus' as well tell you." The sun was sinking and the air was fresh and invigorating by contrast with the stifling atmosphere of the train. There was the same scene every Saturday at Foché's! They were satisfied to recognize this feeling - almost conviction - of pre-acquaintance, without trying to penetrate its cause. She hesitated, however. She was motionless, and white to the lips; only her eyes seemed to be alive and burning and blazing. He always carried a watch; his uncle Telèsphore always told the time by the sun, or by instinct, like an animal. It wouldn't look well to leave his house that way without some kine of excuse or explanation.". Jules had danced with all the prettiest girls. She knew it was his custom after accomplishing this agreeable feat, to retire to the card-room. 1897 edition. Zaïda clutched at her shawl while Telèsphore drew his straw hat further down over his right eye and offered to drive. the very old rafters seemed to groan; and she felt that the house shook. The beams of light that slanted out from the house were fitful and uncertain, deepening the shadows. A Night in Acadie Paperback – September 12, 2013 by Kate Chopin (Author) › Visit Amazon's Kate Chopin Page. He feared she might have mistaken him for a Western drummer, in which event he knew that she would not; for the women of the country caution their daughters against speaking to strangers on the trains. She demurred - there would be no room for the bundle. At one moment she felt that André must have strangled Telèsphore; but she said nothing. Telèsphore at twenty-eight had long felt the need of a wife. Not illustrated. Near at hand was the post office and store; there was a section house; there were a few cabins at wide intervals, and one in the distance the girl informed him was the home of her cousin, Jules Trodon. ", "W'at's his name an' w'ere you goin' to fine 'im? Read "A Night in Acadie" by Kate Chopin available from Rakuten Kobo. "The las' time I came over to Foché's ball I got caught in the rain on my way up to my cousin's house, an' my dress! And now he felt how dark the forest was. 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. A Night In Acadie book. "Keep you waiting, Zaïda? "W'at you reckon I'm 'fraid of?" "W'y did you keep me waitin', André? NOOK Book. |a 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 Chênière Caminada -- Odalie misses mass -- Cavanelle -- Tante Cat'rinette -- A … Upon another theme he talked freely and harped continuously. They were not skillful blows, however. For all he knew, André Pascal might be one of the shining lights of Avoyelles; but he doubted it. Therein lay the difficulty, the trouble which Telèsphore experienced in making up his mind. Two men leaning against the railing uttered long whistles expressive equally of wonder and admiration. So keenly did he realize the necessity that a dozen times at least during the past year he had been on the point of proposing marriage to almost as many different young women of the neighborhood. "I wouldn' want anything to happen to it," she said. You goin' to Foché's ball? How they crept through the woods! There was a fair stand of cotton and corn in the fields and Telèsphore gathered satisfaction in silent contemplation of the crops, comparing them with his own. By Nasrullah Mambrol on May 27, 2018 • ( 0). The brick chimney extended into the room and formed a ledge that served as mantel shelf. This was not the first thing that occurred to him to say, but this was the first thing he said. This item: Bayou Folk and a Night in Acadie (Penguin Classics) by Kate Chopin Paperback $16.00 Only 6 left in stock (more on the way). If she did, he was ready with an answer, for he had decided to go to the ball. In short, Telèsphore, by advisedly shaping his course in direct opposition to that of his uncle, managed to lead a rather orderly, industrious, and respectable existence. Ships from and sold by Amazon.com. Last Updated on May 5, 2015, by eNotes Editorial. As it was, the dress looked like I'd wo' it weeks without doin'-up. 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 For example, "Athénaïse" is the tale of a young woman who, wearied after a brief two months of marriage, leaves her husband and moves to New … But once out of the woods he made up for lost time. 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