Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1868-01-23

no room for you here. Go seek {
lodging elsewhere"
"But i wish to enter my owr
uouse. l3i1p DR. 9ssQ ydf dlHsts ~
my friend, it is not our custom TO oper
our doors at 'his unusual hour"
"Morbleau. but i tell you This is my
house; and my father, Diego Morales, paid
round SUM Tor IL with his own deniers.
''Hark We, my fine fellow. | know mo-
| ifthe wine which disturl,s your noodle
was Val de Pequas or Logroquo, but Ii
b. sworn II was capital; and the water from
the cutters will not hut you. So 90 your
way. Cease shocking at the door, or
will let loose mastif whose teeth will
make dozen button-holes in your hide In
quick time. Good night" Thus saying
he closed the window. The singing anu
poor painter gave himself to all the furies
fully persuaded that some sorcerer was
playing him this cruel trick.
Meanwhile the rain continued, and fakes
of falling snow came thick upon the face
of Morales. The cardle in his lantern had
burnt out, and his patience had long since
been completely exhausted. lie common
ced knocking anew, when presently he
heard some one within the house call out,
"Holloa, Antonio, unloose the dogs; bring
a cudgel, and give the shoulders of this
drunken fellow q taste of il; it will relieve
his muddy brain little"
At this, the door was thrown open, and
forth came man, with two huge dogs,
which might have made the Joke rather a
serious one, had they not been held back
by their keeper.
"You cursed fellow said the latter,
"what do you mean by making this clam
or? Were you not told there was no room
for you here:" rI1
"But, my good friend, this is my house,
and / cannot comprehend what piece of
sorcery has converted 1t into a tavern.
This is indeed, assure you, the very
house / received ne heritage from Diego
Morales, nv father" fr1 frf ~
my good man, you are certainly under
a strange dclusion. There arc neither
Morales nor mulberries in this neighbor-
b ,od.' - 'a,a
, Il am painter well known in this city
and ofsome celebrity in this quarter j
have lived twenty years in this house.
Call my wife, Casilda. II she is not trans
formed into landlady, she will doubtless
extricate me from this labyrinth"
"How can you talk in this foolish man.
ner? For more than six years this house
has been one OF the most frequented and
best known hotels in Madrid. Its master
Is Pedro Carasco. The landlady is Maria
Perez; and i, who speak 10 you, am An
tonic. their valet. And now take yourself
of, in heavens name, without 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
darkness, to the house of one of his friends.
1t was four o'clock In the morning when
he reached il. From the lamentable voice
in which Morales claimed admittance, the
friend thought that some serious calamity
had befallen the painter, and FASTENED to
let him in. Morales related his adventure;
but his friend listened TO him with incre-
dulity. He, however, lighted fire to dry
the well-soaked garments of his guest; and
having prepared for him a bed, advised
him to 60 to sleep, for he doubted not that
Morales had been making q little too free
with the bottle.
In the morning, however, the painter
still persisted in maintaining the truth of
the story he had told on the previous
evening; and his friend, curious to behold
the enchanted mansion, accompanied him
home. But TO the utter establishment Of
the mystifed artist, another change had
come over the spirit of his dream The
sign had disappeared, the house
was secured by its accustomed portal, and
l. "a. r.
and peacefully appearance.
"Come, Morales" said his friend, tap
ping him on the shoulder, "confcss that
you had taken drop too much last night,
and were afraid 10 return home"
"On my honor as n man and rs an ar
tist," replied Morales, II have told you
nothing but the truth"
but, my dear fellow, it is no such great
crime to be overcome by . cup of good
wine"
Morales needed not the remark, but COM
nenced rapping smartly at the door.
Bridget, the maid-seryant, half dressed,
FASTENED to open il.
''Oh, Senior Morales" cried she, in tones
dwell feigned astonshment, show could
you have the heart to stay out all night In
the city, carousing with your friends, and
your poor wife lying here at deaths door?
And TO 60 of, too, under pretence of find
ing Dame Castinojal File upon you. fie up
On you."
"Fie upon you, Senior Morales" cried
put in chorus half dozen shrill voices |
rom the neighboring windows. you
ought to be ashamed Of yourself, you cruel
nan; you have an angel for wife, and
lcre you leave her in this shameful man.
Ter to die without assistance"
GAY, indeed. And where have you been |
III night? In some filthy tavern, / dare |
ay, drinking with your good-fo nothing |
What an abominable thing |
5 husband who plays the bachelor! If |
lad such ono, warrant ron I'd go TO
he magistrate and soon have a divorce"
but il is with me that be has the &C.
count to SETTLE" cried Casilda, who now
.ame up, looking pale and wan, as was
natural after a night Of dancing and dissi
,ation. sand so, you believed was
lead. and you thought to come back and
quander my dover on your bachelor par
les. But you did not reckon on the good
ervicss ofthese good neighbors, by whose
imcly aid have been restored to life."
{ MY dear little wife," said Morales,
''if you will listen to me, you
will find that am much more to be pitied
han found fault with" ~ 80 e7
And here the poor artist began to relate
What had happened to him. But his story
vas received with shouts of laughter.
"Tell that nonsense to others, Morales.
Do you take US for idiots, to whom you
ire telling some of your silly stories of the
tudio? Confess the truth, man. You
ave fallen in with some Of your scape-
race companions, with whom you have
,assed the night in drinking and carous-
ng. Tell the truth, and beg pardon for
,our fault. That viii be much better than
o stand here telling such a nonsensical
ale which nobody will believe"
And, in truth. Morales had to come TO
his at last. Crest-fallen, overwhelmed by
idicule. jeered BY the whole neighborhood,
lie was forced humbly to sue. for pardon,
which was only granted on the condition
hat he should give no more bachelor
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