The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1875-09-25

have u fortnight before me, and have lost
q day and aCustomer." Narcisse was in
bad spirits, that night, us he went home
ward to his lodgings, in street near the
park 81 CantadOr. "Alas my pretty little
house at the Batignolles, it will not be
mine. Perhaps by shaving for 80 years
to come might own it. Had been able
to secure the shop, it would have been
only matter OF ten years That was all
that Narcisse thought Tor many long
weary day alterward, for the next mo-
ment man sprang from behind mimo-
sa tree at Narcisse, and the poor coitlrur
had knife plunged into the middle OF
his back. 1t was daylight before the pa
troll found NarCisse, and carried him Tor
dead to the hospital. As the surgeon
stripped the man oi his clothing, now stiff
with blood, NarCisse seemed to be awak-
ened ont Of his lelhargy, and, though
speeches., made signs that his pockets
should be examined. In his pocket, in a
wallet, Narcisse had kept his money in
French and English bank' notes. The
surgeon seemed To comprehend what the
wounded man wanted. "Thcrc is nothing
there" he said. Evidently Narcisse un.
derstOod him, and he sank back exhausted
on the bed. The nextday terrible fever
set in, poor NarCisse was deliriOus, and
raved about the pretty little house in the
BatignoIles. On the third day Narcisse was
worse. lie hung between life and death
for week, then slowly mended. One
day he was Just able to make out that
some dusky form was bending over him
in prayer, and that present. y dark hand
prOilcred him cup OF cool water. ut ia
|, master. Don't speak; you are mending,
80 they say. lcannot stay longer; have
important business" Confused ~ was
Narcissc, he thought he recognized ia.
miiar voice. He fancied il was the wa
ter carrier, Tor the surgeon said to the
sister Of Mercy, "Wcil, | never saw one
OF those lndios show feeling before. But
keep him out. The FrenChmans condi.
ton is too low to allow Of any ones even
talking to him." That next night, as Mar.
cissc lay in his fever, he thought he heard
u stir in the ward. Another patient was
being put in the bed next to him. Mar
cisse was conscious Of hearing moan in
his agony. Presently Narcisse slept, and
when he awokc, next morning, at day
break, felt slightly refreshed. The sun
was cleaning in the room, gliding even
the squalid hospital chamber. Narcisse
could see now clearly; his eyes had been
yelled before. There was not n soul NOV.
ing in the room. All the occupants OF
the beds were apparently asleep; even the
good sister dozed in her chair. lie
glanced at the patient in the cot near him.
Horror! Was he dcliriouSY No, no; he
was nOt--but rs sure he was alive, the
man in the bed within three feet Of him
was Don Miguel! And Don Miguel was
dead.
II was Just one month before NarCissc
left the hospital, In two or three weeks
more the surgeon thought the cOiIlrur
would be quite well again.
clad you been an EngIishman, Ger.
man, or an American, your little history
would have come to fms. Too much
ale-tOO much brer--tOO much brandy
does their business" the surgeon had
added. Thankful for having escaped
with life, Narcisse did not worry over his
loss. Still he thought Of the little house
in the BatignollcS and how he had to be-
gin life again. AS soon ~ | am strong,
| will get place, save money, and go to
the city Of Mexico. The air OF Guiana
iauto does not suit inc. Poor devil Of
cock fighter, what fate was his?' Mar.
cisse wandered feebly in the ncighbOr-
hood of his old shop. What? Was j!
possible |! II was not closed. There stood
the sign, "The Queen Of the Roses"
Then somebody had bought It. The Wild.
ow Dolores, had she found u purchaser ?
The new master might want him rs an rs.
sistant? lie went slowly in. There were
two BARRIERS there one n German, the
other native--he knew them both rs
good, civil workmcn.
"Wccome, sir said the German.
"WelcOme back We have been waiting
for YOU
allow waiting for me-"
"When you are well and strong it will
all be explained to you. Now, sit down.
Your hair wants trimming. After TO-
yer nothing is more saIutary to the hair
than slight cutting Would 1t plense
yoii to take this chair? Then you will be
satisfied to keep me in your employ"
"Kccp you in my employ? | do not
understand. Amt out Of my wits yet,
am ~
"ItcCcipts average some twenty dollars
day. The waler.carricr-aCt ing through |
Gen. Avillon-bought the place for you.
Icxcoco brings the water every day, and
takes away the money. Though he can
not write line, he knows to a real what
the business comes to-"
NarCissc IsidOre Dupont sat down in
the chair, dumb with astonishmCnt. The
assistant might have cut his ears Off and
Narcisse would have thought II part Of
u dream.
That afternoon the wnter.Carrier came
in as usual with his jars Of water. "LaSt
time | spilled my water; must be more
careful" was all 10 said, aud he was
about leaving when Narcisse detained
him, having dismissed the journeymen.
"lcxcOrO, what does all this mean ?"
gaspcd out Narcisse.
"Why, master, the shop is yours. You
owe me 400 pesos. 1t was 800 hundred Il
month ago. have paid myself the 100
from what the shop has taken IN"
"lIow ? How? ! do not understand.
II was kind Of you to come and see me,
Texcoco, at the hospital"
"Not understand? Why it is just rs
plain as can be. IOu had 500 pCsos,
hadn't your
ayes, had once, but when was stab
bed | was robbed"
"Oi course you werc-what's the news
in that; Don Miguel stabbed you"
"Can ii he possible! are you sure Of
III?
"Nnd robbed you"
"Good GOdw
ale stabbed YOU in the back and rob.
bed YOU. stabbed him in the breast,
and did not rob him-Only got your
money back. Nothing was sim pier;
your 500 pesos and 800 pesos lent you,
bought the shop"
"lIut thisis horrible, Texcoco"
at ia Mexican Justice, or the way we
ignorant lndios understand it. Now, mas
ter, but four people in this world know
anything about It'll and you and his eS-
cciIency Gen. Avillon, for told him all
about IT,"
Ills exccllcncy' but who is the