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

i'iegossle Boiteux, and then surely come.
,h'he Tor on The other side there is that O
Lucas Moreno' the money changer. He re-
cognized the doors of all his neighbors eacl
one was iamilar; his alone was cbanuod
'Eod help men said he making fifty s;ons q,
'"e cross, this indeed must be NV house l.
Is On' an hour and half since lief, i, ar,
"ue was then weeping. aud groan;nc will,
pam, ana now they are singing and ianc;,u
AUD yet we were living alone in the bonse
/ lie door, II is true, needed n l;ul. ro,.;. IT,
am certain ii was not chanued wher IoC
home. Besides, have never no,;ceJ . ,.,...
III tlis street, and surely il is not in NV houso
they would establish one. Am d.o;
NAT cannot be. Nv ewes are w;Je ono,
and hear plainly enough. The r,;,, 81
ing iuriousy. We, this illusion c,nnn, bo 't ,,,
ehec' Oh me little drop of wine took before
Se"n'g """ lie began to make closer ey-
a'h'''au"h, carefully passing his hand over The
uoor out could not find the knocker in its nc.
eus'""ed place. Determining io make him.
sen heard, IN hopes that as soon as he effect.
eu ali entrance he would learn the cause Of
me mysterious transformation, he began ,o
uu'np at The door with blows loud cnouob
10 rouse the whole neighborhood. The mer-
ry makers within pretend not to hear him
ne shocked still more loudly. At length. aC.
Ter ne had been left standing long time nm.
uer ,he dr'pplngs Of the roof, man with his
mead Covered by an old handkerchief. and
noiding light in his hand, opened the win
dow above the door
'holloa! my good man, what do Won wan,
at this time of night There is no room ror
you here. Go elsewhere TO get LODGING,
but wish to enter my own house,
my friend, 1t is not our custom to omen
our doors at this unusual hour,
'Morbeu but tell you this is nv house
and my father Diego Morales paid a ronnj
sum fort with his own deniers.'
'Hark we, my fine fellow; know no, If
the wine which disturbs your nodde was Val
de fequas or Logroquo, but rll be sworn il
was capital, and the water from the gutter
VIII not hurt you. So, 60 your way; cease
khockIng at the door, or will let loose n
mast'if, whose teeth will make dozen button
hoies IN your hide in short order. Good
night. Thus saying, he closed the window
he singing and laughter were renewed with
ln' and the poor painter gave himselfup TO all
me evils, fully pursuaded that some sorcerer
was playing him this cruel trick.
Meanwhile the rain continued, and flakes
OF falling snow came thick upon the face of
Morales. The candle in his lantern had burnt
out, and his patience had long since been
completely exhausted. He commenced Lrock.
ing anew; when presently he heard somn
one within the house call out. Hall, }
Antonio unloose the dogs; bring a cndeel,
ana give the shoulders Of this drunken fellow
a taste OF 1t 1t will relieve his muddy brain
a iittie.' AT this, the door was thrown omen.
ana i"rth came man with two huge dogs.
which might have made the Joke rather Sc
ri'us one, had they not been held back bv
their keeper
you cursed fellow said the latter, swbat
DO you mean by making this clamor9 Were
you not told there was no room for Won
here p -"
but my friend this is nv house. and can
not comprehend what piece of sorcerv has
converted 1t into tavern. This is indeed. 7
assure Won, the very house received as an
heritage from Diego Morales. nv father
MY good man, YOU are certainly under q
strange deluson There are neither Morales
nor muberrles in this neighborhood.'
y am painter we'll known in this ci,y. and
ct some celebrity in this quarter have liv-
ed twenty years in this house. Call nv
wife Casl'da; if she is not transformed into
a landladv. she will doubtless extrica,e mo
from this labvrinth'
How can you talk in this foolish manner
For more than six years this house has been
one OF the most irequented and best known
hotels III Madrid. lis master is Pedro Caras-
co. The landlady is Maria Perex. and I. who
speak TO you, am Antonio. their valet. and
now take yourself off in Gods name withou,
any more noise, or this cudgel shall speedily
restore you TO your senses.'
The poor painter, not knowing TO what
saint TO turn for succor, made the best of his
way by cropping along through the tarkress.
to the house of one Of his friends. Il Was
four O'Clock in the morning when he reach
ed it. From the lamenable voice in which
Morales claimed admitiance. the friend THOUGHT
mat some serious calamity had befallen the
painter and FASTENED to LEI him in. Morales
related his adventure, but his friend listened,
TO il with increduliy.-He however. liohted
a fire to dry the well soaked garments of his
guest, and having prepared for him bed adj.
vlsed him 10 go TO sleep; for he doubted not
tina. Morales had been making little too free
with the bottle.
In the morning, however, the painter still
persisted in maintaining the truth of the story
ne had told on the previous evening, and his
friend, curious TO behold the enchanted man
sion, accompanied him home. But to the
utter establishment of the mystifed artist.
another change had come over the shirt IF
his dream. The marvellous sign had disap-
Peared, the house was secured by its accustom.
ed portal, and every thing had resumed its for
mer quiet and peaceful appearance.
Come Morales said his friend, tapping
hlm on the shoulder, confess that you had
taken a drop too much last night, and were