Both leading women, Desiree and Yellow Woman, have a content life at home until a catalyst makes them realize sometimes having everything is not enough, forever. Armand is quick to assume that it is Desiree who is not white in origin — which readers find out later it was actually his own mother who is not. It is because of this that Armand is the antagonist of this story. Before their child was noticeably of different complexion, Armand and Desiree were deeply in love.
It made her laugh to think of Desiree with a baby. Why, it seemed but yesterday that Desiree was little more than a baby herself; when Monsieur in riding through the gateway of Valmonde had found her lying asleep in the shadow of the big stone pillar.
The little one awoke in his arms and began to cry for "Dada. Some people thought she might have strayed there of her own accord, for she was of the toddling age. The prevailing belief was that she had been purposely left by a party of Texans, whose canvas-covered wagon, late in the day, had crossed the ferry that Coton Mais kept, just below the plantation.
In time Madame Valmonde abandoned every speculation but the one that Desiree had been sent to her by a beneficent Providence to be the child of her affection, seeing that she was without child of the flesh. For the girl grew to be beautiful and gentle, affectionate and sincere - the idol of Valmonde.
It was no wonder, when she stood one day against the stone pillar in whose shadow she had lain asleep, eighteen years before, that Armand Aubigny riding by and seeing her there, had fallen in love with her. That was the way all the Aubignys fell in love, as if struck by a pistol shot.
The wonder was that he had not loved her before; for he had known her since his father brought him home from Paris, a boy of eight, after his mother died there. The passion that awoke in him that day, when he saw her at the gate, swept along like an avalanche, or like a prairie fire, or like anything that drives headlong over all obstacles.
Monsieur Valmonde grew practical and wanted things well considered: Armand looked into her eyes and did not care. He was reminded that she was nameless. What did it matter about a name when he could give her one of the oldest and proudest in Louisiana?
He ordered the corbeille from Paris, and contained himself with what patience he could until it arrived; then they were married. When she reached L'Abri she shuddered at the first sight of it, as she always did. It was a sad looking place, which for many years had not known the gentle presence of a mistress, old Monsieur Aubigny having married and buried his wife in France, and she having loved her own land too well ever to leave it.
The roof came down steep and black like a cowl, reaching out beyond the wide galleries that encircled the yellow stuccoed house.
Big, solemn oaks grew close to it, and their thick-leaved, far-reaching branches shadowed it like a pall. Young Aubigny's rule was a strict one, too, and under it his negroes had forgotten how to be gay, as they had been during the old master's easy-going and indulgent lifetime.
The young mother was recovering slowly, and lay full length, in her soft white muslins and laces, upon a couch.
The baby was beside her, upon her arm, where he had fallen asleep, at her breast. The yellow nurse woman sat beside a window fanning herself. Madame Valmonde bent her portly figure over Desiree and kissed her, holding her an instant tenderly in her arms.
Then she turned to the child. French was the language spoken at Valmonde in those days. The little cochon de lait!
Look at his legs, mamma, and his hands and fingernails - real finger-nails. Zandrine had to cut them this morning. Isn't it true, Zandrine? Armand heard him the other day as far away as La Blanche's cabin. She lifted it and walked with it over to the window that was lightest.
She scanned the baby narrowly, then looked as searchingly at Zandrine, whose face was turned to gaze across the fields. But I know it isn't true. I know he says that to please me.
And mamma," she added, drawing Madame Valmonde's head down to her, and speaking in a whisper, "he hasn't punished one of them - not one of them - since baby is born.
Even Negrillon, who pretended to have burnt his leg that he might rest from work - he only laughed, and said Negrillon was a great scamp. Oh, mamma, I'm so happy; it frightens me.
Marriage, and later the birth of his son had softened Armand Aubigny's imperious and exacting nature greatly.
This was what made the gentle Desiree so happy, for she loved him desperately. When he frowned she trembled, but loved him. When he smiled, she asked no greater blessing of God. But Armand's dark, handsome face had not often been disfigured by frowns since the day he fell in love with her."40 Something Mag" # And now, back at attheheels.com to take a big cock up her tight ass on video for the first time, heres year-old Heather Barron of Las Vegas.
Heather is a redhead. Shes a mom. Shes a divorcee. She has big tits. She has a fast-moving tongue that she likes to flick on hard cocks, like JMacs in this scene. She talks dirty. Désirée's Baby is a short story by the American writer Kate Chopin, published in It is about miscegenation in Creole Louisiana during the antebellum period.
English 1B 28 June Desiree’s Baby and Yellow Woman Even if things seem perfect on the surface, defined perfection is not set in stone – this is the common theme between “Desiree’s Baby” by Kate Chopin, and “Yellow Woman” by Leslie Marmon Silko.
Desiree's Baby. As the day was pleasant, Madame Valmonde drove over to L'Abri to see Desiree and the baby. The yellow nurse woman sat beside a window fanning herself.
The baby, half naked. The baby was beside her, upon her arm, where he had fallen asleep, at her breast. The 35 yellow nurse woman sat beside a window fanning herself. Madame Valmonde bent her portly figure over Desiree and kissed her, holding her an instant tenderly in her arms. Then she turned to the child.
Desiree's Baby by Kate Chopin. Desiree's Baby () is set in the Creole region of Louisiana and takes us back in time to the Antebellum South. It's featured in Short Stories for High School and our African American Library.