San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1881-10-20


He ran about like o mailman, heed
less of the entreaties Of Don Ambrosio
until at length, spying his sword in q
corner, he seized it, and rushing down
stairs, swore he would kill his careless
cook. A tremendous uproar was heard
below, followed by dozen servants
entering the room.
"Don Ambrosio !! are you not ashamed
to let the prince cut all our throats fol-
u little parsley when you have SO much
growing in your window? For heavens
sake, run over and fetch some, or we
will be murdered.
With these words they laid hold OF
him, one pulling, another pushing, un.
til they got him fairly downstairs, he
shouting all the way for the novice to
follow.
"What" they said, are You afraid OF
our eating him before you return with
the parsley?"
Finding there was no remedy the
doctor made the best of his way to his
own house, tore up the parsley by the
roots, and was back again in few min
utes. But in the meantime the huge
doors of the palace were fast locked
and barred against ingress. In vain
Ambrosio knocked and knocked shout
ing and crying to the servants to open
for the love of all the saints, bowling
till he was hoarse that he had brought
the parsley. The ponderous portals
remained firm ON their enexorable
hinges. Don Ambrosio persisted in
knocking, till at length the surly old
porter asked who dared to disturb his
master at that unreasonable hour.
at is I, Don Ambrosio; open, as you
hope to be saved; have brought the
parsley. If you don't want it, at least
let me have my novice"
"Your novice!" replied the porter.
"This must be a strategem of thieves
to effect an entrance in order to plum
der the palace. Holloa! bring me my
blunderbus."
Finding how matters stood, the doc
tor at length thought his best plan
would be to proceed to the capitano.
Late as it was, his importantly pro-
cured him admission. Hearing the
strange tale of Don Ambrose, who,
still bent on preserving his secret,
never limited that it was thus no capu-
chin, but his ward, who was thus un-
lawfully detained, the magistrate re-
solved himself to accompany the doc
Tor to the princes mansion, conceiving
It as one of his customary frolics. The
,apitano having narrated the complaint,
begged that the prince would finish the
affair by giving the capuchin back to
The poor man.
"A capuchin!" said the prince in
feigned surprise, "in my house! Don
Ambrosio has lost his wife. The whole
can testify to the disturb
ance he has this evening made at my
door. You are at liberty to search the
house from roof to cellar, and if you
find monk or friar, capuchin or came
lite, young or old, You may take him
md welcome; but if all this should
urn out to be merely the effect of Don
disordered brain, it will on
y be charity to him, and satisfaction
20 me, to lodge him in the madhouse,
'or fear he should 60 into greater ex-
Come, gentleman, begin your
just then lady, superbly attired and
beautiful as an hourie, passed through
he apartment. No sooner did she
latch the eye of the doctor than, point
ng to her, he exclaimed:
There! there she is; that is the cap
lchin."
"Poor mani" said the capitano, cross
ng himself; mistaken lady for
,apuchin! he's quite gone!"
Don Ambrosio was accordingly, with.
,ut more ado, hurried off to the asy-
UNI, where his vehement assertions and
orotestations being taken for the raw
ng of a deranged intellect, his profess
,ional brethren kindly consigned him
% the strait waistcoat. He was cupped,
oled, and blistered pretty much out of
his senses. He perhaps would never
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