Strange True Stories of Louisiana eBook

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On the 30th of August, 1831, before Octave de Armas, notary, one E. Soniat Dufossat sold this property to a Madame Lalaurie.  She may have dwelt in the house earlier than this, but here is where its tragic history begins.  Madame Lalaurie was still a beautiful and most attractive lady, though bearing the name of a third husband.  Her surname had been first McCarty,—­a genuine Spanish-Creole name, although of Irish origin, of course,—­then Lopez, or maybe first Lopez and then McCarty, and then Blanque.  She had two daughters, the elder, at least, the issue of her first marriage.

The house is known to this day as Madame Blanque’s house,—­which, you notice, it never was,—­so distinctly was she the notable figure in the household.  Her husband was younger than she.  There is strong sign of his lesser importance in the fact that he was sometimes, and only sometimes, called doctor—­Dr. Louis Lalaurie.  The graces and graciousness of their accomplished and entertaining mother quite outshone his step-daughters as well as him.  To the frequent and numerous guests at her sumptuous board these young girls seemed comparatively unanimated, if not actually unhappy.  Not so with their mother.  To do her full share in the upper circles of good society, to dispense the pleasures of drawing-room and dining-room with generous frequency and captivating amiability, was the eager pursuit of a lady who nevertheless kept the management of her money affairs, real estate, and slaves mainly in her own hands.  Of slaves she had ten, and housed most of them in the tall narrow wing that we have already noticed.

We need not recount again the state of society about her at that time.  The description of it given by the young German duke whom we quoted without date in the story of “Salome Muller” belongs exactly to this period.  Grymes stood at the top and front of things.  John Slidell was already shining beside him.  They were co-members of the Elkin Club, then in its glory.  It was trying energetically to see what incredible quantities of Madeira it could drink.  Judge Mazereau was “avocat-general” and was being lampooned by the imbecile wit of the singers and dancers of the calinda in Congo Square.  The tree-planted levee was still populous on summer evenings with promenaders and loungers.  The quadroon caste was in its dying splendor, still threatening the moral destruction of private society, and hated—­as only woman can hate enemies of the hearthstone—­by the proud, fair ladies of the Creole pure-blood, among whom Madame Lalaurie shone brilliantly.  Her elegant house, filled with “furniture of the most costly description,”—­says the “New Orleans Bee” of a date which we shall come to,—­stood central in the swirl of “downtown” gayety, public and private.  From Royal into Hospital street, across Circus street—­rue de la Cirque—­that was a good way to get into Bayou

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