by Greyspid
Julien then opened the windows to let in the wind and rain, which frightened the priest somewhat and certainly made him uncomfortable, as it was winter. He nevertheless stayed at the bedside as he thought proper, though rain was actually falling on the bed. The trees were crashing against the house. The priest was afraid one of the limbs might come right through the window nearest him.
Julien, quite unperturbed and with his eyes full of tears, kissed the dead Marguerite and closed her eyes, and took the doll from her, which he put inside his coat. He then laid her hands on her chest and made a speech to the priest explaining that his mother had been born at the end of the ’old century’ and had lived almost a hundred years, that she had seen and understood things which she could never tell anyone.
‘In most families,’ Julien declared in French, ’when a person dies, all that the person knows dies with that person. Not so with the Mayfairs. Her blood is in us, and all she knew is passed into us and we are stronger.’
Katherine merely nodded sadly to this speech. Mary Beth continued to weep. Clay stood in the corner with his arms folded, watching.
When the priest asked timidly if the window might be closed, Juhen told him that the heavens were weeping for Marguerite, and that it would be disrespectful to close the window. Julien then knocked the blessed candles off the Catholic altar by the bed, which offended the priest. It also startled Katherine.
‘Now, Julien, don’t go crazy!’ Katherine whispered. At which Vincent laughed in spite of himself, and Clay smiled unwillingly also. All glanced awkwardly at the priest, who was horrified. Julien then gave the company a playful smile and a shrug, and then looking at his mother again, he became miserable, and knelt down beside the bed, and buried his face in the covers beside the dead woman.
Clay quietly left the room
As the priest was taking his leave, he asked Katherine about the emerald. Rather offhandedly she said that it was a jewel she had inherited from her mother, but never much liked, as it was so big and so heavy. Mary Beth could have it.
The priest then left the house and discovered that within a few hundred yards, the ram was not falling and there was no wind The sky was quite clear. He came upon Clay sitting in a white straight-backed chair by the picket fence at the very end of the frontage of the plantation; Clay was smoking and watching the distant storm which was quite visible in the darkness. The priest greeted Clay but Clay did not appear to hear him.
This is the first detailed account of the death of a Mayfair witch that we possess since Petyr van Abel’s description of the death of Deborah.
There are many other stories about Julien which could be included here, and indeed perhaps they should be in future. We will hear more of him as the story of Mary Beth unfolds
But we should not move on to Mary Beth without treating one more aspect of Julien, that is, his bisexuahty. And it is worthwhile to recount in detail the significant stories told of Julien by one of his lovers, Richard Llewellyn
As indicated above, Julien was mentioned in connection with a ’crime against nature’ very early in his life, at which point he killed — either accidentally or deliberately — one of his uncles. We have also made mention of his male companion in the French Quarter in the late 18505.
Julien was to have such companions throughout his life, but of most of them we know nothing.
Two of whom we have some record are a quadroon named Victor Gregoire and an Englishman named Richard Llewellyn.
Victor Gregoire worked for Julien in the i88os, as a private secretary of sorts, and even a sort of valet He lived in the servants’ quarters on First Street. He was a remarkably handsome man as were all Juhen’s companions, male or female. And he was rumored to be a Mayfair descendant.
Investigation has confirmed in fact that he was the great-grandson of a quadroon maid who emigrated from Saint-Domingue with the family, a possible descendant of Peter Fontenay Mayfair, brother of Jeanne Louise, and son of Charlotte and Petyr van Abel.
Whatever, Victor was much beloved by Julien, but the two had a quarrel in about 1885, around the time of Suzette’s death. The one rather thin story we have about the quarrel indicates that Victor accused Julien of not treating Suzette in her final illness with sufficient compassion And Julien, outraged, beat Victor rather badly. Cousins repeated this tale within the family enough for outsiders to hear of it.
The consensus seemed to be that Victor was probably right, and as Victor was a most devoted servant to Julien he had a servant’s right to tell his master the truth. It was common knowledge at this time that no one was closer to Juhen than Victor, and that Victor did everything for Julien.
It should also be added, however, that there is strong evidence that Juhen loved Suzette, no matter how disappointed he was in her, and that he took good care of her. His sons certainly thought that he loved their mother; and at Suzette’s funeral, Juhen was distraught. He comforted Suzette’s father and mother for hours after; and took time off from all business pursuits to remain with his daughter Jeannette, who ’never recovered’ from her mother’s death.
We should also note that Juhen was near hysteria at Jeannette’s funeral, which occurred several years later. Indeed, at one point he held tight to the coffin and refused to allow it to be placed in the crypt. Garland, Barclay, and Cortland had to physically support their father as the entombment took place.
Descendants of Suzette’s sisters and brothers say in the present time that ‘Great-aunt Suzette’ who once lived at First Street was, in fact, driven mad by her husband Juhen - that he was perverse, cruel, and mischievous in a way that indicated congenital insanity. But these tales are vague and contain no real knowledge of the period.
To proceed with the story of Victor, the young man died tragically while Juhen and Mary Beth were in Europe.
Walking home one night through the Garden District, Victor stepped in the path of a speeding carriage at the corner of Philip and Prytama streets, and suffered a dreadful fall and a blow to the head. Two days later he succumbed from massive’ cerebral injuries. Juhen received word on his return to New York. He had a beautiful monument built for Victor in the St Louis No. 3 Cemetery.
What argues for this having been a homosexual relationship is circumstantial except for a later statement by Richard Llewellyn, the last of Julien’s male companions. Julien bought enormous amounts of clothes for Victor. He also bought Victor beautiful riding horses, and gave him exorbitant amounts of money The two spent days and nights together, traveled together to and from Riverbend, and to New York, and Victor often slept on the couch in the library at First Street, rather than retire to his room at the very back of the house.
As for the statement of Richard Llewellyn, he never knew Victor, but he told this member of the order personally that Julien had once had a colored lover named Victor.
THE TESTIMONY OF RICHARD LLEWELLYN
Richard Llewellyn is the only observer of Julien ever personally interviewed by a member of the order, and he was more than a casual observer
What he has to say - concerning other members of the family as well as Julien - makes his testimony of very special interest even though his statements are for the most part uncorroborated He has given some of the most intimate glimpses of the Mayfair family which we possess
Therefore, we feel that it is worthwhile to quote our reconstruction of his words in its entirety
Richard Llewellyn came to New Orleans in 1900 at the age of twenty and he became an employee of Julien, just as Victor had once been, for Julien though he was then seventy-two years old, still maintained enormous interests in merchandising, cotton factoring, real estate, and banking Until the week of his death some fourteen years later, Julien kept regular business hours in the library at First Street
Llewellyn worked for Julien until his death, and Llewellyn admitted candidly to me in 1958, when I first began my field investigation of the Mayfair Witches, that he had been Julien’s lover
Llewellyn was in 1958 just past seventy-seven years of
age He was a man of medium height, healthy build, and had curly black hair, heavily streaked with gray, and very large and slightly protruding blue eyes He had acquired by that time what I would call a New Orleans accent, and no longer sounded like a Yankee or a Bostoman, though there are definite similarities between the ways that New Orleamans and Bostomans speak Whatever the case, he was unmistakably a New Orleaman and he looked the part as well.
He owned an antiquarian bookstore in the French Quarter, on Chartres Street, specializing in books on music, especially operas There were always phonograph records of Caruso playing in the store, and Llewellyn, who invariably sat at a desk to the rear of the shop, was always dressed in a suit and tie
It was a bequest from Julien which had enabled him to own the building, where he also lived in the second floor flat, and he worked in his shop until one month before his death in.
I visited him several times in the summer of 1958 but I was only able to persuade him to talk at length on one occasion, and I must confess that the wine he drank, at my invitation, had a great deal to do with it I have of course shamelessly employed this method lunch, wine, and then more wine with many a witness of the Mayfair family It seems to work particularly well in New Orleans and during the summer I think I was a little too brash and insistent with Llewellyn, but his information has proved invaluable.
An entirely ’casual’ meeting with Llewellyn was effected when I happened into his bookstore one July afternoon, and we commenced to talk about the great castrati opera singers, especially Fannelli It was not difficult to persuade Llewellyn to lock up the shop for a Caribbean siesta at two thirty and come with me for a late lunch at Galatoire’s.
I did not broach the subject of the Mayfair family for some time, and then only timidly and in connection with the old house on First Street I said frankly that I was interested in the place and the people who live there By then Llewellyn was pleasantly ’high’ and plunged into reminiscences of his first days in New Orleans.
At first he would say nothing about Juhen but then began to speak of Julien as if I knew all about the man I supplied various well-known dates and facts and that moved the conversation along briskly We left Galatoire’s finally for a small, quiet Bourbon Street cafe and continued our conversation until well after eight thirty that evening.
At some point during this conversation Llewellyn realized that I had no prejudice whatsoever against him on account of his sexual preferences, indeed that nothing he was saying came as shock to me, and this added to his relaxed attitude towards the story he told.
This was long before our use of tape recorders, and I reconstructed the conversation as best I could as soon as I returned to my hotel, trying to capture Llewellyn’s particular expressions But it is a re-construction And throughout I have omitted my own persistent questions I believe the substance to be accurate.
Essentially, Llewellyn was deeply in love with Julien Mayfair, and one of the early shocks of Llewellyn’s life was to discover that Julien was at least ten to fifteen years older than Llewellyn ever imagined, and Llewellyn only discovered this when Julien suffered his first stroke in early 1914 Until that time Julien had been a fairly romantic and vigorous lover of Llewellyn, and Llewellyn remained with Juhen until he died, some four months later. Juhen was partially paralyzed at that time, but still managed to spend an hour or two each day in his office
Llewellyn supplied a vivid description of Juhen in the early igoos, as a thin man who had lost some of his height, but was generally spry and energetic, and full of good humor and imagination.
Llewellyn said frankly that Juhen had initiated him in the erotic secrets of life, and not only had Juhen taught Llewellyn how to be an attentive lover, he also took the young man with him to Storyville -the notorious red-light district of New Orleans - and introduced him to the better houses operating there.
But let us move on directly to his account.
‘Oh, the tricks he taught me,’ Llewellyn said, referring to their amorous relationship, ’and what a sense of humor he had. It was as if the whole world were a joke to him, and there was never the slightest bitterness in it. I’ll tell you a very private thing about him. He made love to me just as if I were a woman. If you don’t know what I mean, there’s no use explaining it. And that voice he had, that French accent. I tell you when he started talking in my ear…
‘And he would tell me the funniest stories about his antics with his other lovers, about how they fooled everyone, and indeed, one of his boys, Aleister by name, used to dress up as a woman and go to the opera with Juhen and no one ever had the slightest suspicion about it Juhen tried to persuade me to do that, but I told him I could never carry it off, never! He understood. He was extremely good-natured. In fact, it was impossible to involve him in a quarrel. He said he was done with all that, and besides he had a horrible temper, and couldn’t bear to lose it. It exhausted him.
‘The one time I was unfaithful and came back after two days, fully expecting a terrible argument, he treated me with what would you call it? Bemused cordiality. It turned out he knew everything that I had done and with whom, and in the most pleasant and sincere way he asked me why I had been such a fool. It was positively eerie. At last I burst into tears and confessed that I had meant to show my independence. After all he was such an overwhelming man. But I was then ready to do anything to get back into his good graces. I don’t know what I would have done if he’d thrown me out!
‘He accepted this with a smile. He patted my shoulder and said not to worry. I’ll tell you it cured me of wandering out forever! It was no fun at all to feel so dreadful and have him so calm and so accepting Taught me a few things, it really did.
‘And then he went into all that about being a reader of minds, and of being able to see what was going on in other places. He talked a lot about that. I could never tell whether or not he meant it, or if it was just another one of his jokes. He had the prettiest eyes. He was a very handsome old man, really. And there was a flare to the way he dressed. I suppose you might say he was something of a dandy When he was dressed up in a fine white linen suit with a yellow silk waistcoat and a white Panama hat, he looked splendid
‘I think I imitate him to this day. Isn’t that sad? I go about trying to look like Julien Mayfair.
‘Oh, but that reminds me, I’ll tell you, he did the strangest thing to frighten me once! And to this day I don’t really know what happened We had been talking the night before about what Julien looked like when he was young, how handsome he appeared in all the photographs, and you know it was like going through a veritable history of photography to study all that Tb(e first pictures of him were daguerreotypes, and then came the tintypes and the later genuine photographs in sepia on cardboard, and finally the sort of black and white pictures we have today. Anyway, he had shown me a batch of them and I had said, "Oh, I wish I’d known you when you were young, I imagine you were truly beautiful." Then I’d stopped I was so ashamed. I thought perhaps I’d hurt him. But there he was, merely smiling at me. I shall never forget it. He was seated at the far end of his leather couch, legs crossed, just looking at me through the smoke from his pipe, and he said, "Well, Richard, if you’d like to know how I was then, maybe I’ll show you. I’ll surprise you."
‘That night, I was downtown. I don’t remember why I went out I had to get out perhaps. You know sometimes that house could be so oppressive! It was full of children and old people, and Mary Beth Mayfair was always about, and she was such a presence, to put it politely. Don’t get me wrong, I liked Mary Beth, everybody liked Mary Beth. And I liked her a great deal, until Juhen died, at least She was easy to talk to, actually. She would really listen to you when you talked to her, that is one thing I always found rather unusual about her. But she had a way of filling up a room when she came in. She outshmed everyone else, you might say, and then there was her husband, Judge McIntyre.
‘Judge McIntyre was a terrible sot. He was always drunk. And what a quarrelsome drunk I tell you I had to go l
ooking for him more than once and bring him home from the Irish bars on Magazine Street. You know, the Mayfairs weren’t his kind of people, really. He was an educated man, lace curtain Irish, to be sure. Yet I think Mary Beth made him feel inferior. She was always saying little things to him, such as that he ought to put his napkin in his lap, or not smoke his cigars in the dining room, or that he was biting the edge of his silver when he ate, and the noise annoyed her. He was eternally offended by her. But I think he really loved her. That’s why she could hurt him so easily. He really loved her. You would have had to have known her to understand. She wasn’t beautiful That wasn’t it. But she was… she was absolutely captivating! I could tell you about her and the young men, but then I don’t want to talk about all that But what I was trying to say was that they would sit there at the table till all hours after dinner, Mary Beth and Judge McIntyre and Julien, of course, and Clay Mayfair, too, while he was there. I never saw people who liked to talk so much after dinner.
‘Juhen could put away half a fifth of brandy. And little Stella would fall asleep in his lap. Ah, Stella with the ringlets, dear pretty Stella. And beautiful little Belle. She’d come wandering in with her doll. And Millie Dear They called her Millie Dear then but they stopped later on. She was younger than Belle, but she, you know, sort of watched out for Belle. It took a long time to catch on about Belle. You just thought she was sweet at first, an angel of a girl, if you know what I mean. There were some other cousins who used to come Seems Julien’s boy, Garland, was around plenty after he came home from school And Cortland, I really liked Cortland. And for a while there was talk he might marry Millie, but she was only a first cousin, being Remy’s girl, and people didn’t do that sort of thing anymore. Millie has never married. What a sad thing…
‘But you know, Judge McIntyre was the kind of Irishman who really can’t stand to be around his wife, if you follow my meaning. He had to be with men, drinking and arguing all the time, and not men like Julien, but men like himself, hard-drinking, hard-talking Irishmen. He spent a great deal of time downtown at his club, but many an evening he went to those rougher drinking places on Magazine Street