Madame Margot
A Grotesque Legend
of Old Charleston
BY
JOHN BENNETT
NEW YORK
THE CENTURY CO.
1921
Copyright, 1921, by
John Bennett
Printed in U. S. A.
TO
The above is reprinted by permission of the publishers.
MADAME MARGOT
MADAME MARGOT
In an age so glorious, so rich andfine, and so be-starred with splendorthat one almost forgets the bottomlessabyss into which it plunged at last,there lived a woman in Charleston ofwhom a very odd story is told.
The languid, lovely, tired old townwas then a city brave and gay, withMediterranean manners and Caribbeanways.
The perfume of ten thousand flowersdrifted upon the winds, which came andwent over a thousand gardens, ebbingand flowing like the tide.
Clouds of snowy gold and roses rolled[4]across the sky, like the vast rotundasof a city builded of colored ivory.Slowly rising overhead, in windy andethereal masses, they stood, carvings ofpale porphyry upon a turquoise wall.The earth was transfigured with beauty.
It was a golden age, when all thingswere fair; nothing had grown old; eventhe tragic and the terrible were comelythen. Wonder lay on everything.Merely to exist was to be happy. Itwas a world of unextinguished youth;life was brimful to the lips with delight.
In the gardens rare flowers bloomed,and rare fruits ripened,—pomegranates,oranges, medlars, figs, jujubes, and thepurple In