The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-03-07
NUMBER S
PERICO THE SAD:
THE FAMILY OF ALvAREDA.
From the spsnish.l
Continued
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tConGuuedI
CHAPTER XIV.
In q solitary hotel, standing like beggar
beside the highway, the inu-keeper and his
wife were seated before their fire, in the dnll
tranq utility of persons IS accustomed to tho
alterations of noisy life by day and complete
isolation by night as tho inhabitants of marsh y
places are to their intermittent fevsrs.
May evil light on that hard-skulled sailor
who took it into his head that there must be .
new world, and never stopped till he ran
against it," said the woman. Fad not tho
king already cities enough in this 7 What good
has it donef Taken our sons Of there, and sent
us the epidemic. Do say, Andres, and don't sit
sleeping there like mole, if it has been of any
other use."
ayes, wife, yes" answered the iun- keeper I,
half opening his eyes, the silver comes from
there"
PLAGUE take the silver~ exclaimed the
woman.
"And the tobacco," added the husband.
slowly aud lazily, again closing his eyes.
"a curse upon the tobacco!" said the wife
augrily. "Do you think, you unfeeling father,
that the silver the tobacco are worth the
lives they cost and the tears 7 Son of my soulI
land where they kill men like chioches, and
whore every thing 10 venomous, even the air ~
They heard ut this moment q peculiar
whistle. The innkeeper, springing to his feet'
caught up the light and ran toward the door,
exclaimiug, THE csptsiu!"
AS he presented himself on the threshold, the
rays of the lamp fell upon o man on horseback
with another man that looked like corpse
lying across the horse in front Of him.
Help me take this fellow down." said the
Elder, in the rough tone of q man Of few words.
The inn keeper handed the lamp to his wife,
who had approached, and made haste to obey.
mercy to us! A dead man !" said she. "For
the love Of the Blessed Mother, sir, do not
leave him in our house"
Gle is not dead" said the horsemsu, she is
sick; nurse him up-that is what women are
good for Here is money to pay for the cure
Saying this, he threw down piece of gold,
aud disappeared, the resounding and measured
gallop of his horse dying away gradually in
the distance.
elf this is not q cool proceedingw grumbled
What will you bet that he, with
his own hands, has not put the man in this
state I aud he takes himself of and leaves
lim on ours! You cure himw as if it were
nothing to cure q man who is dead or dying
As if this inn were al hospital! The bully
kinks he has only to command, Us If he were
the kingw
"Hush ~ exclaimed the inn-keeper alarmed,
: ,ciN you be still, long tongue! Talk that way
If Diego! Women are the very devil! What is
the use of grumbling, since you know there Is
lothng for it but TO do these people tell
IS Besides, this is q work of charity, so let's
,e about it,"
They prepared, as well as they could, bed
n garrett.
"He has no sign of blow or wound" said
Indres, as he was undressing the patient; $50
,ou see, wife, it is q sickness like any other"
"Look, look, Andres" exclaimed Martha;
he has the scapulSr of our Lady of Carmel
round his neck"
And as if the sight or influence of the blessed
bject bad awakened in her all the gentle
entiments of Christian humility, or as if the
acred precePt, "Thy neighbor as myself
TERED by the brotherhood in united devotion,
ad resOunded clearly, she began to exclaim:
You are right, Andres, it is a work of charity
o assist him, poor fellow! How young he it,,
nd how forsaken! His poor mother! Come.
ome, Andres, what are you doing, standing
here like post : Go hurry! bring me some
Tine to rub his temples; and kill hen, for
IN going to make him some broth"
$50 it U.s." soIiloquized Andres, as he went
ut-"at frat, wouldn't have him IN the house;