Sunbury American and Shamokin journal. [volume] (Sunbury, Northumberland Co., Pa.) 1840-1848, 1845-11-01
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THE HUSBAND WHO PLAYED THE
BACHELOR,

THE HUSBAND WHO PLAYED THE
BACHELOR.
! A celebrated painter of Madrid, whose real
name it would be more discreet not TO disclose,
bu, whom shall call Morales, had just compile.
| It'd superb picture for the convent Of the Es.
curial. He had received pretty large sum for
| his work and by the way of little realization
after the long continued toll, end close utten-
| tion bestowed upon it, he had assembled around
a Widespread table in his studio few choice
spirits from among his fellow artists. II was
bachelors entertainment. Not female was to
sit down with them. The mistress ofthe house
herself, Donna Casilds. had been excluded.
Morales had sent her of with the female st,en.
dant 10 pass the day with one OF her cousins.
Bot the good dame. having little of the curl.
osiiy Of mother Eve in her composition, (as
which Of her fair daughters has not y was very
anxious to know what was to take place in her
absence. and had a strong desire to find out what
so many men could have to talk about, when
| there was no women present. Instead, there.
fore of remaining at the house of her cousin, she
quickly returned, bringing the latter with her !;
and presently the twain were snugly ensconced
| in closet adjoining the studio, where with eye
and ear closely applied to the KEY hole, they re-
ina ned eagerly listening 10 all that passed
Bot tell us my friend said one of,he guests,
why are we deprived of the pleasure Of Sonora
Morales company Her wit. her pleasantly
and beauty, surely would not huve diminished
the charm of this delightful meeting
| There whispered the lady TO her consn,
that is the first sensible speech I have heard
Eye! fye" replied the husband pouring oui
bumper of old golden sherry, women know
nothing oftbe poetry of'ife.'
That is true. added another women are
mere mat,er.oftact beings common. place. es.
sentially prosaic What do they know about
| the arts, or the enjoyment OF artists 2
Fools! exclaimed Casilda:
Yes continued Moralrs. take from women
love in,rigues and household affairs, and they
absolutely don't know what TO think tot a.
bout
impairment fellow" was the comment of The
! listeners.
Why added the painter, they cannot COM
! prehend one Of those rich jokes or capi-
tai pieces of humor. which the air OF a studio
inspires. They have no conception of them.
When woman plays Us trick it is always at
the expense OF our honor
| 'Wreich!' This word escaped the two cou.
| sins at the same moment and was uttered in
loud tone. Bu, the noise of the guests and the
rafting OF the glasses prevented its being heard.
! 'Ah! master SIMPLE and so you defy us 10 play
! you trick without touching your honor. DO
! you by our lady OF A,ocha, VOW, though it
is now Shrove Tuesday, that before Lent is o.
yer will have my revenge
! CasiIda set her wits IN work, and you shall
hear what came Of t. On the following Thurs.
day she engaged her brother TO procure from
the Place Cabeda, where they are accustomed
to sell fragments Of old buildings door of the
same dimensions as their own, which fron'ed on
the street. She charged him to get one Of an
antique pattern, covered with iron work and
heavy mOudings. This she had conveyed to
her house with all secrecy. and kept closely con.
ceaied until favorable moment. She had
communicated her design to her brother, and a
few female friends in the neighborhood, on
whose aid in carrying out her plot she relied.
On certain evening. when Morales had re.
turned home at late hour from convent, where
he had just completed the painting of chapel
which the monks were TO have open at Easter,
Cssilda received hn with much warmth, and a
greater proiusion of caresses than usual II was
very late when they retired TO rest, for Morales
must first have his supper The night was cold
aud stormy. Toward midnight the dame be.
gan 10 utter deep groans, ir'ern.lngled with
piercing cries, as # racked by grlesous pain.
Holy Mother.' exclaimed she, 4 am dyingt-
my poor husband, my last hour is come let
them bring copfessoh and quickly--ior I'm GO
ing fast She accompanied these words with
gfimaces and violent contortIons which women
when the humor takes them, well know how
to perform. Her husband in condo!ing tone,
inquired where she rel, the pain, 'Blessel Vr-
gin" was all the answer, get confessor!.
the sacraments.---i can bear it no longer il is
slmos, over with me' At these cries the domes.
tic. young girl FASTENED 10 the assistance OF
her mistress, applied warm napkins to Irer s,o-
mach, and made her swallow drafts OF hu, spiced
| wine, and other similar remedies. But the ma.
lady yielded not Indeed, that il did not was
no wonder, in the present mood Of the patient
Poor Morales though sore against his will was