The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1845-01-10
mo, the superior will send me away
very well. Adieu your excellency.'

muleteer leaped on one OF tne mules, ana taxing
hold of Of the bride of the other, trotted away
hastily; when the door opened he was at least
fifty steps on his way
THAT smells good, said the German snuffing the
odor Of the kitchen, 'tbat smells very good
Does it" asked the strange looking porter.
'Yes, it does, said the Comte.
ut is the dinner OF our chief, whom we expect
every moment
Il have arrived in good time them said the
Comic laughing.
Why, are you acquainted with our chief'' asked
the porter.
mo; but have-a letter to him.
'Ah, that is another thing. Will you let me see
it!'
The porter took the letter and read,
al reverendissimo generate del benedettina, al
! Convento di San Ncolo di Catania.'
'Ah! understand said the porter.
'You understand, do you? well that is lucky
returned the Comte, slapping him upon the shoul-
ner. in that case my friend, will desire you to
bring in my baggage. l must charge you 10 take
particular care of the portmanteau, as l carry my
purse in It when travel'
'Ah! your purse is in the portmanteau, is it,
said the porter, picking up the article in question
with remarkable degree of haste; then, taking
possession of the rest of the baggage, 'yes, see
that you are friend, so follow me-
! The Comte did not require a second invitation,
but kept close to the heels of his guide. The
interior aspect of the monastery did not present
less strange appearance than the exterior. All
was IN ruins, but what was most remarkable there
was no appearance of cruci6x OF holy images;
although scattered here and there were number
of empty casks. The Comte expressed his aston
ishment at the appearance of so great devastation
'Why are you surprIsedi' responded his guide,
I'VE are little isolated as you have been able to
discover; the mountain is covered with those who
fear neither man the devil, and we do not feel
disposed to allow them to carry off what little we
do possess All our precious articles are locked
up in the vaults You know, too, that we have
another monastery in the plain near TO Catania.'
'No, | did not know it. You have another mo-
mastery there?'
/ yes. Examine your baggage well. so that you
may be able to attest to the chief that nothing has
/ been taken from it. AA-
Oh, that Is easily done, one trunk, one sack and
a portnanteau; which last again commend to
your especial care
Three articles only, I believe, is that alp
'Why, that's enough I, Think
well, wait here said the porter, showing the
Comte into kind of cel;'I do not think it will be
more than half hour before the chief returns.
Withrthese words he turned to go.
Stop, stop Whilst am waiting might as
able to give your COOK some good advice
well, said the porter, 4 see no objection; wait
here moment till secure your baggage, and
win take you down: apropos, how much did you
say is in your purse"
'Three thousand six hundred and twenty ducats.
three thousand six hundred and twenty ducats
Good replied the Porter.
'He has 10 me the air of a very hone est man,
murmu red the Comte looking at the brother as he
went away with his property. 'He has to me the
air Of very honest man.
In ten minutes after bis guide returned.
yOu Wlou w 80 OOWu ILlO EItCnSN, Salu
the Sicilian, you are now free to do so.'
'Yes, should greatly prefer 'walting there the
return OF your SUPERIOR replied the Comte.
And he followed his guide who conducted him
TO the kitchen of the monastery. Here the Comte
found spts, stoves andstew pans in full operation.
Good, said the German, stopping before the
last and taking in at a glance the whole of the
succulcnt spectacie-'good bonjour, cook, bon
jour"
The cook had been apprised of his intended
visit, and he received the Comte with all the
Difference due to such distinguished epicure.-
The Comte prohting by his condescension, went
to the stew pans, raised their covers and tasted all
the sauces. Suddenly he rushed toward the cook
who was about to put some salt in an omeet and
took from his hand the vessel which contained the
eggs.
Stop! stop! stop! what are you going to do''
cried the Comte.
'How' what am going to do" asked the cook.
'Yes, what are you going to doi'
TO put salt in the omelet'
Salt! unhappy wretch! Do you not know that
~ 10 W put Sdlt III SWcdt-
meats, good sweatmeats only are proper for that
purpose
'Give it to me them said the cook endeavoring
to take the utensil out of his hands.
mol mop said the Comte, Il will make the
omelet-give mo the sweatmeats.'
'Ah" said the cook, who was becoming enraged,
I'VE will see who is master here'
Il am master, said rough voice; 'what is the
matter here"
The Comte and cook turned round; man Of
apparently from forty to forty FIVE years of age,
dressed like monk, was standing upon the stair
case; he was Of tall stature, and his countenance
had that hard and imperious expression common
TO those who had been accustomed to command.
The captain" cried the cook. u
i 'Ahn cried the Comte, you are the superior