Sunbury American and Shamokin journal. [volume] (Sunbury, Northumberland Co., Pa.) 1840-1848, 1845-11-01
~, northumberland Co. Pa. Saturday, Nov. L. 1915.

know what il is that ais you ; it is that bad vi.
negar that you mixed with the salad that causes
the pain. You know il served you the same way
the last time you took it. Dame Castnoa then
cured you.'
The painter, on this, began to scold his wife,
because experience had mt made her more
careful But she only so5bcd out in half suffo.
Gated words Al heeho no oy remidio' what
90 Enr Mother Csstlncja. She knows my con.
s,itu'ion she is the only one who can give me
relief from the dreadful pains suffer. For hea.
ven's sake bring her quickly, or there will be
nothing left you but to open my grave
MY little wife replied the husband in dis.
NAL tone, my dearest wife, Mother Cas,noja,
city, near the gate Foocarral. md we are in the
quarter Lavapie the night is very cold, and il
the cutters do not deceive me. the rain is pour.
ing in torrents. Even should I fini mother
Castnoia, do you think she would come to see
you through this terrible s,orm! remember
tho last time you had this complaint. she cured
Won with two ounces Of treacle boiled in the
rind of half mn orange Let me 20 70 the apo
thecary's and get this for YOU. Compose your.
selfa little, and do not force me 10 take such n
long journey. which nm sure W ill be Of no use,
aud shall only get worse malsdy than yours
AT this, Casilda began again TO pour forth
her most bitter lam. NATIONS. Coed Heaven
see what husband Con has given me! To
hear him one would think was demanding i'm.
possibilities, that | was asking him 10 I've buried
with me that was claiming the sncrfice o,
his blood or OF half his fortune! ] only ask hin,
10 go for nurse, at The risk ot wetling his shoes
and he refuses. Bu, well know what il is
you want; you wish to he a wilower; YOU long
to live over again your bachelor lfe At every
cry that pain inrces from me. your heart leaps
with joy. All! l'm dying priest! the con
iefsion lam poisoned =
Morales really believing that his wife was n,
the point of death, and fearing ifshe died, tha,
the insinuatons she had thrown out n ge ns, hin,
might have serious consequences, cndeavored
to soothe by a few caressees. and proceeded tc
light candle, which the darkness of the nigh,
rendered it necessary. He then drew on
pair of stout boots, threw large cloak over hi.
shoulders, pulling the cape over his head, and
maniuly Sc, forth on his nocturnal expedition
in search Of mother Cas'inoja. The painter
knew that the dame in question dwell some
where in the rue FoncarriL, but Of the precise
location Of her residence he was totally ignorant
The rain fell in torrents, and he met not a soul
from the time he had left the rue Iavapie unit,
he reached the quarter 10 which his steps were
directed. The night was as dark as Eqyp,
and Morales cursed from thu bottom of his heart
the day on which he married. II may readily
be imagined that in such mood he was mol
likely soon 10 find the object of his search.
But while he is cropping along the streets
and getting soaked 10 skin, let us return 20 the
sick lady. No sooner did she see her hus5snf
fairly off upon his expedition, than she suron,on
were lying hid in the cellar. Ir a twinklinf
they had the old stree, door of It's hinges, an,
its place supplied by the one bought for the oc
casion, which fitted it as If it had been made o,
purpose. Above it, they placed huge whh,
sign, on which was displayed in large letter tiit
following lnscri'jtion TnE llorEL TJf TN,
CiD: GooD ENTERTAINMENT pos MAN AM
HORSE This done. large party Of friend
from TIE neighborhood, who had been let iht
The secret. were speedily assembled. Castauet
and guitars were put Ii rpIuisiiion; a repas
was prepared, and the merry edeSts began i,
eat. and drink, and da;ice, by way of celeara
Ting the dis'nai expedition Of the poor husband
who had gone in seuch Of dame Cassi sinola.
Mean @hse, having proceeded kon street Z
street, k,'ockng at more than fifty doors, an,
roased and Rngered the whole nsichborhool
ocr good painter was al iengthosiged to rerur,
homeward without the nurse. lie 0as dreueh
ed to TIE skin, and his pstence was complesek
exhausted On approaching his house, IN
sound of r,usicG Instruments, ard singing an,
peals Of laughtes trrs, upon his astonished esrs
Thinking lie had made mistake. ne ra s,-d IN,
lantern and discovering different door from
his own, with sign oi hotel over il, lie be
came completely bewiidered, aud began 10 ira
verse the pavement anew. IT is indeed the rue
de Lavapie, said he: Here is the book store
ofpetro Trappal; there rs tie fruiterer's shop;
and this is iie house Diego.le. B,iieux, and ther
surely comes mine for on the other sideis iha
of Lucas Moreno, the money changer. He re
cognized the doors of all his neighbors /; esci