Staunton spectator, and general advertiser. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 183?-1849, 1845-12-18

\ "" " CeTtaih evening, when Morales had
returned home at a late hour from a convent.
where he had just completed the painting of
chapel which the monks were To have OMEN
ed at Easter. Casilda received him win
much warmth, and greater nrolusicn of
caresses than usual 1t was very late when
they retired TO rest, for Morales must first
have his supper. The nigh, was cold and
stormy. Toward midnight the dame BEGAN
to utter deep groans mtermingIed with pierre
ing cries, as If racked by grievous ram.
'Holy Mothern exclaimed she, q am dy-
ing my poor husband, my last hour has
come; let them bring coufessor, and Quick
ly--for Pm going FAST She accompan;ed
these words with grimaces, and violent con-
tortons, which women. when the humor
takes them, so well know how TO perform.
Her husband, in a condoling tone, inquired
where she felt the pain.
'Blessed Virgin was all the answer, get
me confessor the sacraments IL can bear
1t no longer; it is almost over with men
AT these cries. domestic, a Young girl,
fastening 10 the assistance of her mistress.
applied warm napkins TO her stomach. and
made her swallow draughts of hot spiced
wine, and other similar remedies. But the
malady yielded not. Indeed that j, did not
was no wonder in the present mood of the
patient.
Poor Morales, though sore against his will.
was forced at length 20 quit his bed.
| 'Ah p cried his wife in piteous tones, as
ne slowly drew on his garments, lit is a cho-
lic OF the most dangerous nature'
mo, my MISTRESS said the servant GIRL. q
know what it is that ails you; i. is that bad
vinegar you mixed with the salad that causes
the pain. You know il served you the same
way the last time you took it. Dame Cas-
| tinoJa cured you.'
The painter, on this, began to scod his
vile, because experience had not made her
more careful.-But she only .obbed out in
hall sulfocsed words what is done cannot
be undone. For mercy's sake, bring her
quickly; or there will be nothing left YOU
but to open my grave.
my little wife, replied the husband. in a
dismal tone, 'my dearest wife, mother Castin.
ola, you know has removed to the other end
OF the city, near the gate Foncarrel and we
are in the quarter Lavapie the night is very
cold. and if the cutters do not deceive me.
the rain is pouring in torrents. Even should
| find mother Castinoja, do you think she
would come to see you through this horrible
storm remember the last time YOU had
this complaint, she cured you with two ounces
OF treacie boiled in the rind of half an orange
Let me go 10 the apothcary's ard oct this for
you. Compose yourself little, and do not
force me to take such long journey, which
am sure will he Of no use, and shall only
get worse malady than yours
AT this Casilda began again TO pour forth
the most bitter lamentations,
Good heavens !! see what husband God
has given me? To hear him, would not one
suppose that ] was demanding impossibili,ies
that J was asking him to be buried with me
that was claiming the sacrifice of his blood.
or of half his fortune? only ask him 70
go for nurse. at the risk Of weiing his shoes.
and he refuses. But we'll know what il is
you want; you wish to be a widower: Won
long to live over again your bachelors life
AT every cry that pain forces from me, your
heart leaps with JOY. All! am diving
priest! the confession | am poisoned
Morales really believing that his wife was
at the last extremity, and fearing, if she died.
mat the accusation thrown out against him
might nave serious consequences. endeavor-
eo 10 s""the her by few caresses. and pro-
ceeded TO light lantern, which the darkness
of The night rendered very necessary. He
then drew on a pair of stout boots. threw a
large cloak over his shoulders. and maniullv
set forth on his nocturnal expedition in search
OF mother Castinoja. The painter knew that
the dame IN question dwelt somewhere in the
rue Foncarrel, but Of the precise location of
her residence he was totally ignorant. The
ram Tell IN torrents, and he me, not soul
from the time he left the rue Lavape. until
he reached the quarter to which his stems
were directed The night. was as dark as
Egypt, and Morales cursed from the bottom
OF his heart, the day on which he married
1t may hardly be imagined that in such a
mood he was not likely soon to fud the OBJ
ject Of his search.
But while he is cropping his way along the
streets and getting soaked to the skin. let us
return to the sick lady. No sooner did she
see her husband fairly off upon his expedition,
than she summoned her brother and few
chosen friends who were lying hid in the
cellar. In twinkling they had the old stree,
door of its hinges, and its place supplied by
the one bought for The occasion, which fitted
as II 1t had been made on purpose. Above il
they placed huge white sign, on which was
displayed in large letters the following in
scrplion: The Hotel of The Cid: Good
Entertainment for Man and Horse. This
done, large party of friends from the neigh
borhood, who had been let into the secret.
were assembled. Castinets and guitars were
put IN requlsItIon arepast was prepared, and
the merry guests began TO eat, and drink and
dance, by way Of celebrating the expedition
OF the poor husband, who had gone in search
of dame Castinoja.
meanwhile having proceeded from street TO
street, Knocked at more than fifty doors, and
reused and angered the whole neighborhood,