The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1875-11-10

tue DlOW was ABOUT OelnR repeated,
when Narcisse interfered.
"Come, come, Signore; this poor
devil did not do 1t on purpose. He is
very sorry for il. il might have been
my fault. ought to have told you
to take the other chair. Pray, now,
do not strike him any more. In fact,
l can't allow il"
"I would have you know, my bar
ber FRIEND" said the gentleman, with
sneer, "that administer punishment
whenever l please, and to whom
| please, and no man may say nay to
me-" Now, Narcisse, who was as peace
ful as a lamb, had some peculiar ideas
of his own. He would have looked
on indifferently when two men were
fighting it out neatly with swords, but
the idea of striking any one with a
stick was a brutality, according to his
notions. Then again, there was some.
thing about the 60 of Don Miguel
which Narcisse did not relish.
Narcisse, though quite determined,
was very respectful. "My dear sir,
one blow is sufficient, and | am quite
decided that second one would be
superhuous. Pray put down your
stick" But Don Miguel, with the
wet trousers and damp stockings, was
remorseless, and whirling his stick in
the air, was about bringing it down a
second time on the water carriers
head, when Narcisse clutched small
brass rod in which a curtain hung,
threw the bit of faded calico before
Texcoeo, as if Texcoco had been a
bull at the Coridas de Tor~s and by
neat turn of the wrist disarmed Don
Miguel, whose stick few to the other
side of the room. Narcisse was handy
with foil, having had many bout
with the soldiers when he worked at
Tarbo.
at takes no more than that" said
Narcisse, smiling, as he picked up
Don Miguel's stick and handed it back
to him. "Now, sir, / beg of you to
sitsloYn again. 1 will heat an iron,
and am not too proud to press out
, your trousers for you. NJ
II will never honor your shop with
Il my presence again. You have insult
; ed a Mexican" and Don Miguel
stalked out of the shop with bitter
scowl of hate on his face.
at is bad business, MASTER" said
the Indian.
: "Yes, Texcoco."
Q at is knife tArust-neither more
q nor less" continued the water carrier
Q "Diablel You don't mean it?"
I Don't go out without your pistol
!, master" rIf
!. "Nonsense."
II am sorry"
o $50 am l"
"You stood up for me-" said the In
s dian.
g "Did II Well would do that fo
n any man, though my friend the water
e carrier, you have lost me a customer.
n Customers go and customers come
k adieu; you have pesos? / heard yol
D say so. Guanajuato is pretty safe
D. at least for those who don't carry thei
Ie fortunes about with them. Good bye
: sir, second blow from that gentle
ie man should not have relished, on
,e taste was sufficient; but what justic
) can a poor devil like Texcoco get,
and saying this the water-carrier lef
re "a bad beginning" said Narciss'
t. 81 have a fortnight before me, an
u have lost day and customer" Ma
cisse was in bad spirits that night. a
~ he went homeward to his lodgings i
a street near the Park FL Cantado
* "Alas my pretty house at Batignolle
i'd it will not be mine. Perhaps by sla,
n. ing for thirty years to come l migf
g. own it. Had l been able to secure III
shop it would only have been a ma
r ter of ten years" That was all Ma
e. cisse thought for many long wear
ry day afterward, for the next moment
a. man sprang from behind mimos
tree at Narcisse, and the poor Golfer
2" had knife plunged irto the midd
a of his back. 1t was daybreak befol
at the patrol found him, and carried hi
e. for dead to the hospital. As the su
geon stripped the man of his clothin
k now stiff with blood, Narcisse seemt
to be awakened from his letharg
10 and, though speechless, made sigl
at that his pockets be examined. In
he pocket, in a wallet, Narcisse had kel
es his money in French and Engli'
lst bank notes. The surgeon seemed
K. comprehend what the wounded ms
an wanted. "There is nothing here"
hit said. Evidently Narcisse understo'
.er him, and he sark back exhausted u
ats on the bed. The next day a terrib
on fever set in, poor Narcisse was del
co. ious, and raved about the pretty lit
his house in Batingnolles. On the thi
al day Narcisse was worse. He hui
ow between life and death for a week, a