Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1866-11-22
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to open for the love OF all the
saints, bawling till he was quite
hoarse that he had brought the
parsley; the ponderous portals re-
NAMED firm on their ineXorable
hinges. Still Don Ambrosio, al
most beside himself with rage and
jealousy, continued his cries and
knocking. rr a. e.a.,.,..
A full hour passed in this man
ner. At length the porter, a sur
ly fellow, was heard behind the
door, asking who dared disturb his
master at that unreasonable hour?
''It is I, Don Ambrosio. Open,
as you hope to be saved. ] have
brought the parsley"
a' "The parsley!" cried the other,
in tone of wonder. "a ann.
eff you don't want.the parsley"
gashed out the supplicating son
of Galen, sat least give me my no
vice." a f.
"Your noyice!" repeated the
porter, in a tone Of still greater
surprise. "This must be a strate-
gem of thieves to effect an en-
trance, in order to plunder the
place. Halloa, there! bring me
my blunderbuss!"
Long did the desperate Doctor
besiege the princely residence with
exclamations, curses, and thunder
ing raps at the door, in defiance
of missiles wet and dry. 1t was a
plain case; "the neighbors all saw
that poor Don Ambrosio had lost
his senses. >. .
Finding how matters stood, the
Doctor at length thought that his
best plan would be to proceed to
the Capitano di Giustizia. Late
as it was, bis importantly procured
him admission. Hearing the
tale of DonAmbrQsio-who,
still bent on preserving his secret,
never limited that it was no Cap
uchin, but his ward, who was thus
unlawfully detained-the magis-
trate, who was also nobleman,
resolved himself to accompany the
Doctor to the mansion of Don Fe-
lix, conceiving it to be one Of his
customary frolics. The Capitano
having narrated the complaint of
Don Ambrosio, begged the other
to give the Capuchin back to the
poor man, that he might return to
bis convent. 9 ss- ..g4s
GA Capuchiu" said Don Felix,
in feigned surprise, SIN my house.
Don Ambrosio has lost his wits
The whole neighborhood can tes-
tify to the disturbance he has.
made at my door this evening
You are at liberty to search the
house from the roof to the cellar;
and if you find monk or friar,
or Carmelite, young or
Did, you may take him in well
come; but if all this should turn
out to be the effect of Ambrosio's
brain, it will only be a
charity to him, and satisfaction |
to me, to lodge him in the mad |
house, for fear he should commit |
greater excesses. Come, gentle
men, begin your examination"
Just then a lady, superbly at
tired, and beautiful as an houri, |
passed through the apartment, |
No sooner did the Doctor behold |
ler than he said, pointing her out: |
"There, there! That is the
Japuchin." !
sPoor man. said the Capitano,
himself. "Mistake a la
ly for a Capuchinl he must in
Iced be looked after
Don Ambrosio was accordingly !
1t once-hurried off to the hospital,
where his vehement assertions
md protestations being taken for
he rawlings of deranged intellect,
his professional brethren kindly
consigned him to the strait-waist-
,oat, and soon, in reality, cupped,
,led, and shaved and blistered
lim out of his senses; while he
would perhaps never have recoy-
red, had not his fair ward-now
,ecome the wife of the enamored
interfered
n his behalf, and procured his re-
ease. -.-.