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She drew the shawl about her shoulders and turned as if to leave him. He noticed that they were handsome eyes; not so large as Elvina's, but finer in their expression. But Zaïda and Telèsphore knew better. How the loose boards swayed and creaked beneath the weight of the struggling men! Her lips were a revelation, a promise; something to carry away and remember in the night and grow hungry thinking of next day. it's like a prince. 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. 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. They were under one of the kerosene lamps on the front gallery and he drew forth his silver watch. But once out of the woods he made up for lost time. The boards of the floor were broad, rough and loosely joined together. Sign in to Purchase Instantly. A Night in Acadie by Kate Chopin. W'en a man's down eve'ybody's got stones to throw at 'im. 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. She hesitated, however. 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. As it was, the dress looked like I'd wo' it weeks without doin'-up. We don’t share your credit card details with third-party sellers, and we don’t sell your information to others. He said he'd be yere sho' at one." Yet she need not have feared. It was not a question now, but an assertion, and there was no denying it. Initially, her stories were published in a variety of magazines (Atlantic Monthly, Vogue, The Century Magazine, etc.). "No, I aint goin' home," she added. whispered Zaïda. c'est vous?" "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! The women's voices were almost without exception shrill and piercing; the men's, soft and low-pitched. You might stan' yere till the day o' judgment on yo' knees befo' me; an' blow out yo' brains if you a mine to. 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." View all » Common terms and phrases. Zaïda, closely accompanied by Telèsphore, went out where the vehicles and horses were fastened to the fence. "No," he returned. Then you can start reading Kindle books on your smartphone, tablet, or computer - no Kindle device required. Telèsphore was as unreserved as she, and they appeared like old acquaintances when they reached Trodon's gate. 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. How Zaïda's eyes sparkled now! An' afta we done married those tetes-de-mulets yonda on bayou de Glaize can say w'at they want.". He was carrying her shawl, which she had given him to hold. "I wouldn' want anything to happen to it," she said. Zaïda arose, a little flurried and excited when he entered. Amaranthe presented in her person none of these obstacles to matrimony. At that moment he was looking forward to the ball; there was no doubt about that. "W'y can't you get married at home?" 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. Telèsphore remained seated. she asked, looking squarely at Telèsphore. The brick chimney extended into the room and formed a ledge that served as mantel shelf. Please try again. Telèsphore said nothing; he was awaiting his cue from Zaïda. "You said yo' name was Fédeau?" Foché was noisily lighting lamps, with the assistance of an inoffensive mulatto boy whom he intended in the morning to butcher, to cut into sections, to pack and salt down in a barrel, like the Colfax woman did to her old husband - a fitting destiny for so stupid a pig as the mulatto boy. By Nasrullah Mambrol on May 27, 2018 • ( 0). I didn' know you knew any Baquettes, you, Zaïda.". 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. Go look yonda in the card-room if he's there, an' come tell me." "Say, Zaïda, w'at you call this? ", "W'y? She had the air of a young person accustomed to decide for herself and for those about her. Most of the men had halted their vehicles outside and permitted their women folk to walk up from the mulberry trees. 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. She was going to see fair play. But she knew when it was over, for there was a long moment of utter stillness. This one did not run nor trot; he seemed to reach out in galloping bounds. He wondered if she would speak to him. She was no longer pale; the blood had come back into her cheeks and lips, staining them crimson. Zaïda clutched at her shawl while Telèsphore drew his straw hat further down over his right eye and offered to drive. Your recently viewed items and featured recommendations, Select the department you want to search in, No Import Fees Deposit & $12.28 Shipping to Poland. Paperback $ 7.99. You goin' to Foché's ball? You're listening to a sample of the Audible audio edition. 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 … Your account will only be charged when we ship the item. He drew forth his silver watch and looked at it in a business-like fashion. 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. Read 3 reviews from the world's largest community for readers. Analysis of Kate Chopin’s Novels. He had been freshly shaved and trimmed and carried an umbrella. First edition.Kate Chopin (born Katherine O'Flaherty, 1850-1904) was an American author of short stories and novels. 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. "Me, I got no time to fool with balls, J' vous réponds! I ain't neva goin' to marry you.". I neva saw 'im drinkin', me. She accepted Telèsphore's place at the shady window and he seated himself beside her. "How you don' ask me w'ere I'm goin'?" He seemed to have no curiosity and did not urge her. A Night In Acadie (1897) by Kate Chopin. Telèsphore said nothing. "Does he look - look like he's fixed yonda fo' good? I knew that was a good time to get away f'om the ball.". Telèsphore had been unconsciously watching her the whole time and perceiving her straight he arose and went to her assistance. Afterwards, he did not know what he would look forward to; he did not care; afterward made no difference. "My name is Telèsphore Baquette. 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. 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. He, too, was holding the reins gathered in one hand across the pony's back. Not illustrated. "You goin' home?" As they halted at the gate a dog within set up a furious barking; and an old negro who had been smoking his pipe at that ghostly hour, advanced toward them from the shelter of the gallery. he could not tell her; his watch was broken. 4.5 out of 5 stars 59. The sun was sinking and the air was fresh and invigorating by contrast with the stifling atmosphere of the train. It was such a good read! Account & Lists Account Returns & Orders. 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. The embers under the empty gumbo-pot glared red in the darkness. He had hardly more than uttered the words when he lay prone on his back. it's good enough to talk. ", "My cousins, the Fédeau family, live yonda. It looks like you ought to know me; I don' know w'y.". Sign in to Purchase Instantly. Dusk was beginning to fall and Telèsphore, looking out across the prairie, could see them coming from all directions. The name meant nothing to Telèsphore. His home without one was like an empty temple in which there is no altar, no offering. "Tiens! With these they at once retired to an upper room; later to appear be-ribboned and be-furbelowed; their faces masked with starch powder, but never a touch of rouge. But he did not know the road and she would not let him. Return to the Kate Chopin Home Page, or . But her thoughts evidently wandered from the subject and were occupied with matters that did not concern him, for she turned away and gazed silently out of the window. 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!" Throughout one whole winter he wore a woman's discarded jacket with puffed sleeves. 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. 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. Are you an author? A Night in Acadie by Kate Chopin starting at $13.06. offering to put it around her. The little brute started away with a bound and Telèsphore, also with a bound, sprang into the buckboard and seated himself beside Zaïda. It's any sense you goin' to walk yonda to Foché's! and how dark it was and how still! you got to come in. A Night In Acadie book. "Neva mine." Her hat was of white straw, cocked up on the side with a bunch of pansies, and she wore gray lisle-thread gloves. Two men leaning against the railing uttered long whistles expressive equally of wonder and admiration. He did as instructed, first backing the pony, then leading it out to where she stood in the half-made road. trouble?". He was louder than all the noise; he was more visible than the dust. It was Telèsphore who drove on the way back, and he let the pony cut no capers, but held him to a steady and tempered gait. Her will, which had been overmastering and aggressive, seemed to have grown numb under the disturbing spell of the past few hours. Telèsphore had once reached the point of believing that Amaranthe would make him an excellent wife. Zaïda presented him formally to her cousin's wife, who insisted upon his entering. Kate Chopin. Nég Créol A Nég Créol T the remote period of his birth he had been named César François Xavier, but no one ever thought of calling him anything but Chicot, or Nég, or Maringouin. But almost for the first time in his life, Telèsphore did not care what time it was. ", "He's got his coat off. "I can't imagine, me, w'at's become of André! Telèsphore looked at his watch. He must have been endeavoring to remove traces of the encounter. He began to take account of her appearance: her nose, her eyes, her hair. Agapie grew up to deserve the confidence and favors of the family. Those who saw them thought they had gone out to take the air. He could not recall details of her personality as he could recall such details of Amaranthe or the Valtours, of any of them. "You betta turn 'roun'," he said. She might as well have tried to move the banks of Red river. How they crept through the woods! But he neva' stay atter one o'clock. 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. He say he'll blow out his brains if I don' marry 'im.". 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. $0.99; $0.99; Publisher Description "He was a robust young fellow with good, strong features and a somewhat determined expression – despite his vacillations in the choice of a wife. The man had gone in search of his master. A man that will walk from St. Landry plumb to Rapides lookin' fo' work; an' they call that lazy! He hoped so, but he did not believe so; she would hardly have had time to dress. At twelve minutes past one Zaïda's restlessness again broke into speech. A Night in Acadie has 15 available editions to buy at Half Price Books Marketplace And now he felt how dark the forest was. The other went out to the cistern; the sound of the tin bucket splashing in the water reached her where she stood. 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. She vainly sought her fan, then she fanned herself with her handkerchief, and finally made an attempt to open the window. These were the first words she had spoken since refusing his offer to drive. 33365 A Night In Acadie 1897 Kate Chopin. Therein lay the difficulty, the trouble which Telèsphore experienced in making up his mind. This particular animal seemed to be appalled by the darkness of the forest and filled with dejection. She realized, but could not comprehend it, not knowing that the love had been part of the illusion. "It's strange you don' know 'em yo' se'f, cousine." There was the same scene every Saturday at Foché's! They started to walk down the track before turning into the lane leading to Trodon's house. If she did, he was ready with an answer, for he had decided to go to the ball. . Anyhow he's goin' to marry us. $0.95. Ship This Item — Qualifies for Free Shipping Buy Online, Pick up in Store Check Availability at Nearby Stores. Finally there was Ganache's widow, seductive rather than handsome, with a good bit of property in her own right. Telèsphore had knocked him down. And they went creeping on through the woods in silence. "W'at time is it?" "You said yo' name was Fédeau?" Upon another theme he talked freely and harped continuously. She was motionless, and white to the lips; only her eyes seemed to be alive and burning and blazing. But her skin was over swarthy for a wife; and her movements were slow and heavy; he doubted she had Indian blood, and we all know what Indian blood is for treachery. They do an incredible job with all their books. "André Pascal," she said, "you jus' as well take the do' an' go. But Telèsphore was firm. Telèsphore lost no time. The negro told no lie so far as his bald statement was concerned. The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett, Uncle Tom's Cabin - Harriet Beecher Stowe. A narrow bed was off in the corner. "Turn loose that ho'se," at the same time urging the animal forward. There was a problem loading your book clubs. Pascal was partially sober. Read "A Night in Acadie" by Kate Chopin available from Rakuten Kobo. "Then if it don' make any diff'ence w'ere I'm goin', I jus' as well tell you." "W'at you reckon I'm 'fraid of?" It was a few minutes of one o'clock when they drew up before Wat Gibson's house. Looks like he's fixed pretty comf'table fo' the nex' hour or two.". He was not too familiar with railway travel, his expeditions being usually made on horse-back or in a buggy, and the short trip promised to interest him. Of "Michié bon Dieu" he held his own private opinion, and not a too flattering one at that. "You ain't goin' anyw'ere this time o' night by yo'se'f." "W'at time it is?" with perfec' mules fo' a father an' mother! Their finery they brought along in pillow-slips or pinned up in sheets and towels. "Well, I reckon I see you all to-night," he uttered in cheerful anticipation as he moved away. she laughed. This was not the first thing that occurred to him to say, but this was the first thing he said. The musicians were really never at their best till the quart bottle had been consumed. At one moment she felt that André must have strangled Telèsphore; but she said nothing. 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. Definitely a great purchase. The inhabitants of 'Cadian ("Cajun") country in Chopin's Louisiana are black, white, and mixed race; they spe In the 1980s Rita Mae Brown described Kate Chopin as "very much a product of her time." In casting his eyes about for old Gibson his glance alighted upon Telèsphore. Mr. André he b'en down to de P'int all day raisin' Cain.". Chicot had once been thrashed by a robust young Irish priest for expressing his religious views, and at another time knifed by a Sicilian. She mounted and seating herself grasped the reins. I don' b'lieve it. the very old rafters seemed to groan; and she felt that the house shook. "It's all right w'ere it is," he assured her, following the direction of her glance, that was fastened upon the bundle. Excerpt: ...every telling. it was a sight. They were satisfied to recognize this feeling - almost conviction - of pre-acquaintance, without trying to penetrate its cause. 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. Book digitized by Google from the library of the New York Public Library and uploaded to the Internet Archive by user tpb. Most women would have called him a handsomer man. 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. Telèsphore at twenty-eight had long felt the need of a wife. After viewing product detail pages, look here to find an easy way to navigate back to pages you are interested in. So he had come to hold his peace upon that subject. J' vous réponds! "Oh, it don' make any diff'ence w'ere you goin'.". A scene to have aroused the guardians of the peace in a locality where such commodities abound. For years he had tried to convince his associates... Brief content visible, double tap to read full content. 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. Well, there had been no question from Ma'me Trodon, so why should there be an answer from Zaïda? MP3 1. The next instant she could hardly doubt that the blow from Telèsphore's doubled fist could be less than a killing one; but she did nothing. Love complete freedom publishing. His head drooped and he lifted his feet as if each hoof were weighted with a thousand pounds of lead. 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. And illusion had gone from her, and had carried her love with it. It was toward the close of his journey that a young girl boarded the train. He reined the pony suddenly and viciously before the time-eaten front steps, in order to produce an impression upon those who were gathered around. "Ah, b'en oui! He was not regretting it; he was simply wondering what could have induced him to decline. W'at kine of damn fool you got sitting yere? Who let him in? 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. 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 Last Updated on May 5, 2015, by eNotes Editorial. She wrote two novels: At Fault (1890) and The Awakening (1899). Feet were pounding through the dance; dust was flying. Telèsphore having brushed, "spruced" and refreshed himself, strolled about, taking a view of the surroundings. ", "He's good-lookin'; yes," she exclaimed, when Telèsphore was out of ear-shot. What very pretty teeth Zaïda had when she laughed, and what a mouth! I plan to go down the list of their carefully selected titles and read them all! 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. she asked him when he had found and secured her. one or more chapters are available in a spoken word format. "An' dressed! View All Available Formats & Editions. Telèsphore descended and helped his companion to alight. There had been a spasm of alarm when he did not at once see her where he had left her under the lamp. "Keep you waiting, Zaïda? 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 … She seemed to be still laboring under some suppressed excitement that he had noticed before. Bring your club to Amazon Book Clubs, start a new book club and invite your friends to join, or find a club that’s right for you for free. "You talkin' 'bout Mr. André Pascal? 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'y couldn' he come an' get you? They were not skillful blows, however. w'en you knew - " she got no further, but backed up against the table and stared at him with earnest, startled eyes. 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. The Penguin Classics edition of Bayou Folk and A Night in Acadie includes the stories Chopin published in those collections, and the Penguin Classics edition of A Vocation and a Voice includes stories which, according to her early biographer, Daniel Rankin, Chopin had hoped to publish in a third collection. A night in Acadie. "I wonder w'at's keepin' 'im," muttered Zaïda impatiently. For all he knew, André Pascal might be one of the shining lights of Avoyelles; but he doubted it. 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. Li'le mo', I would miss the ball. Our payment security system encrypts your information during transmission. He had hesitated at first to approach, but at this friendly sign of recognition he drew eagerly forward and held out his hand. The mothers of the other girls decided that he had the manners of a pig. Ships from and sold by Amazon.com. She demurred - there would be no room for the bundle. The girls who came in wagons and on ponies from a distance wore, for the most part, calico dresses and sun-bonnets. We work hard to protect your security and privacy. Any one unacquainted with the peculiarities of the breed would sometimes have fancied that he was standing still. 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. Didn' I meet you once yonda on Bayou Derbanne? Get started by clicking the "Add" button. 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. In most cases, items shipped from Amazon.com may be returned for a full refund. It was an unselfish impulse that prompted the suggestion. It was not a village; it was not even a hamlet at which they descended. 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. 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