Randolph County journal. [volume] (Winchester, Randolph County, Ind.) 1855-1862, 1859-05-12

the shade of approaching evening,
steadiastly and immovably at me. i
will not disguise it from you, gentle
men; | felt as though there were
something ominous in this continued
silence on his part. lie never once
attempted to interrupt me. bat let me
finish my remarks completely. Then,
preserving the same odd and disagree
able speechlessness, he slowly arose.
and went toward the door lie paused
before he had quite reached it.
"Your name. sir. is Signor Eman-
uel Vazaglia-I believe YOU said so?"
he asked.
l rose and bowed. That's my
name"
"You have nothing further to say?"
he demanded.
Nothing especial, u replied, rath-
er wondering what was coming next.
"Yo on had better consider moment
whether you have qute delivered the
commission with which you have
charged yourself"
| told him l thought l had said
all that occurred to me at the moment.
Because, said he. as this will prob
ably be the only opportunity you may
have for your kind and most disinter-
ested offers of advice
bowed profoundly. laying my hand
on my heart. Come" thought /,
Pm mistaken; he's going to break
through his ley nature at last, and
turn out a hospitablc sort of fellow,
after ALL"
"You are too good" said I.
"And most disinterested offers of
advice"
"Oh, sirl" said /, bowling again;
"don't name it"
"lIave the Kindness not to interrupt
me again." said he, in the same calm
tone he had used all along Il say,
that as this will be in all probability
the only time you will enter my doors
with my consent"
"Ehr" said /.
"You had better conclude all your
propositions at this moment, and then
permit me to have the felicity Of seeing
You safely to the doorl'
Signor Emmanuel Vazaglia looked
with incenscd dignity around the circle
of astonished listeners. "What do
you think OF that, gentlemen? See
me to the door-me, Emmanuel Vaz-
aglia, principal alcalde of the city
see me to The doorl"
] got mp and walked toward it. He
held it wide open, and pointed to the
road. | went out as one in a dream.
"Now them" said he, as he held
one hand upon the knob of the door,
''allow me to give you a word of a9
vice in return for yours. Attempt
again to enter my house, or to mcddle
with my affairs in any way, shape or
form, and rs sure as your names Sig
nor Emanuel Nazaglia, I'll horse ,chip
youl Bring as many of your friends
as you please, and I'll give them the
same warm reeeption!"
"1'hc door was shut, gentlemen
shut actually in my facel ! leave it to
you to Judge my feelings"
The little man wiped his face with
a silk bnndana.
"Why dou't You call him out?"
demanded one of his listeners, indig
nanilv.
because he'd he just the sort of a
man that would be sure to come. I'm
sure he has been pirate or something
of that sort; there was q pistol hung
in prominent position upon the wal
of the room in which | sat, and have
not the slightest doubt that it ha,
committed more than one murder in
its time. / have no desire TO add to
the list Of its atrocities"
That pistol had history certainly
an interesting one but the littl,
alcalde had not exactly given it it
true character. 1t uas mcmento
but not Of blood.
From that time forth, the mysteri
Gus merchant, Don Estevan, was per
mitted to follow ont his own eccentri,
course, without question or annoyanc,
} from well-meaning friends, such a
} Signor Emanuel Vazaglia would iair
have proved.
And wealth poured in as before
: And his habitation remained in th'
r same comfortless state. And his wifi
, and daughters wore the same coars
: raiment. And the pistol hung Their
high upon the wall. and its histcr,
remained as yet untold.
Perhaps the time is now approach
, ing when it shall bc known at last.
E Upon the bosom of the broad At
I lantic a noble shin dashes proudl