The Charlotte journal. [volume] (Charlotte, N.C.) 1835-1851, 1845-11-28
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HO'ci Over ~ he utcaihe completely be-
s!!dere5, and began TO traverse the pave.
menl anew. Il IS indeed the rue De La.
uaylc,' sad be +; Here Is the box Store of
! Pedro TrappaI; there IS the iruiierer's
J shop aud this is The house Of Diego ls
j BoIicux, and then surely comes miae for
on the other eide IS that Of Lucas Moreno,
= The motey changer. lie ecogGzsd the
doors Of ell his ue,ghtofs each one Was
: familiar his alone was changed. God
help me . SAID he, making hay signs OF
, the cross, this indeed must be n house.
, |, is but an hour and half since lyiI IT,
My wife was then weepitg and grooming
eth pain, and now they are singing aud
duncing. And ye Se were liy,ns alone III
the house. The door, il is true, u eded
Llie repair, bu, / sn CERTAIN It va, nc,
changed v hen left houe. BtsiGcs, /
have never noticed tavern IN this street.
and surely II IS not IN my house they would
establish cue. An dreaming ThaE
canuo, be. My eyes efe wide uytn, aud
hear plainly eutush. The ram is pe!tlug
furiousIy, yet this 'l'lsl,u cannot be the
effect Of The iiuIe drop Of wine took Le.
fore se'!iug out. lie began to mBae c.o.
ser examination, carefully passing Lts hand
over tie door, bot could not cad The knoch-
eF 10 lis accustomed PLACE. Determining
to make himself heard, IN hopes that as
soon as he effected an entrance, he aca,d
learn the cause Of THIS rlysiefioIs transior.
maiiou, be began to rhump st the door
with blows loud enough 10 rouse The y hole
GelgtboIhood. The merry makers within
pretended not to hear him. lie knocked
still more loudly. 4! length, after lie had
been left standing long tue under tie
dripping Of the roof, man with head GOV.
cred Jy an old handkerchief, and holding
sI'gbt IL LIS band, opened he window atoys
the door.
Ho,loa my good man, " ha, tie devil
do you wan, al this time Of night? There
IS no room for you here. Go elsewhere to
&c, lodging
But wish TO enter my own house
My friend, il is not our custom to open
eur doors al this unusual hour
Motbleu bu, tell you this is my
house and my father Diego Morales, pad
round sum for i, with his own de'nleFs.'
Hank ye, my fine fellow | know no,
i the wine which dlsturbs your noddle woe
Val &c Peqcas or Logroquo, but Ill be
sworn It vas capital, and the water from
the cutters will not hsrtyoa. So, 20 your
way /; cease knocking al the oaor. or will
let loose e mastIfi, whose teeth vii make
q, ecu button holes 10 Your hide IN short
order. Good night. Thus saving, be
closed the window. The singing and
laughter we're renewed within, and the
poor painter gave himself to oil the devils,
fully persuaded that some soFcesef vas
play ing him this cruel trek.
Meanwhile the rain continued, end dakes
Of falling snow came thick upon the face
of Morales. The candle in his lantern had
burnt uut aud his patience had long since
been completely exhausted. He com.
menced knocking anew when presently
he heard some Que within the house call
out HoIloa Anlouio, unloose the dogs;
tring q cudgel, and give the shoulders Of
this drunken fellow taste Of il It will
relieve his muddy BRAIN lit,le.' 4, Ibis
the door was thrown open, and forth came
man with two huge dogs, which might
have II ade the joke rather serious one,
lad they not been held back by their keeper.
You cursed fellow said The latter,
what DO you mean by making this ella.
uour? Were you not told there was TO
room Fot yoa here 7
But, my good friend, this is my house,
and cannot comprehend what piece Of
bpc cd
is, indeed, assure YOU, the very house
received SIS 81 heritage from Diego Morales,
my father.
My good man, you are certainly under
a strange delusion. There are neither
Morales nor mulberres 10 this neighbor.
hood
! an painter, well known in this city,
and Of some celebrity in this quarter.
lrase lived twenty years in this house. Call
o,y ~,ir GasIlda If she is not transformed
into audlady, she will doubtless ex,rlcu,e
me from tins labyrinth
How cen you talk in this foolish man.
ner For more than six years this house
has been one OF the most frequeuted, end
best known hotels in Madrid. lis master
IS Pedro Carssco. The landlsdyls Maria
Perez, and |, who speak to you, am Anlo.
mo, their valet. And now take yourselfot'
, IN Gods name, without any more noise, or
tins cudgel shall speedily restore you 10
your senses
. The poor painter, not knowing to what
saint to turn for succor, made the best Of
r his way by cropping along through The
4 darkness, 10 the house ofone of his friends.
. |, WAS four o'clock in the morning when he
, reached 1t. From the Iameulabe voice in
which Morales claimed admitlance, the
friend though, that some serious calamity
had oeallen the painter, and FASTENED 10 let
him IN. Morales related his adventure, but his
!Fleud listened to 1t with incredibly. He,
/ however, hghted q fire to dry the well.
soaked garments of his guest, and having
I prepared for han q bed, advised him to 90
/, TO sleep for he doubted not that Morales
had hepn ma kIp, llt,la TOO free uifh the