The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1881-03-25

Symptoms to a hair, CALCULATED the
Doctor, In an undertone.
.sTo what am indebted" said the
Comte, 'sfor the honor of this visit ?"
ST believe / am addressing the Comte
de L." said the Doctor.
.'The same, replied he, with slight
bow
"My name is N" rejoined the Doctor.
after pause.
ST have not the pleasure of knowing
you" said the Comte.
To be so coolly and sensibly received
by mailman was circumstance beyond
| the Doctors comprehension. The Comte
! shrank not from his fixed gaze, which,
from custom immemorial, had been
known to enthrall. the insane, nor did
| any ssgaucheries" betray the "compres-
sion of his cerebellum." However, the
Doctor determined to persevere until
some symptom should manifest itself to
! justify calling in his posse comitatus.
tsWere you never-that is to say, have
you ever been-hem--Monsieur LIE
| Comte-afaicted with violent vertigo,
| or headache. proceeding from-ahem-
pressure of the cerebral particles In
deed, sir, you look pale-let me feel
your pulse-there it is-unsteady-
| y
mendous acceleration-ahf'
ssSir," said the Comte, who had yield
ed his hand in passive astonishment,
ssyour language is entirely incomprehen-
sible. Explain yourself, sir, or shall
order my servants to show you the
door,
SHOW, don't be getting warm, !" replied
the Doctor, cody delighted at what he
| thought equivocal symptoms; "dont fly
into passion little touched (point-
ing to his head) just as your wife, the
Comtesse, said-very sensible at times, ;"
(aside to the jewellery.
| "My wifep' almost gasped the Comte;
stthis is beyond all endurance. 1 have
no wife; and sir, let me tell you"
'sPoor man-poor man! just as she
said. Forgets his mothers friends and
relations. suppose, then M. le Comte,
you do not remember the jewels you or
dered for the Comtesse? nor your solicit
tations against her will? nor
.'Mon Dieu! que deviendrai-jep' al
most yelled the Comte as the jeweler adj
yanced with his bill foot LONG in his
| left hand.
ssNow, now," said the Doctor, as the
| incensed Comte approached him, "you
had better be quiet; then as he rang
the bell furiously-"no use-servants
know your situation-won't come"
And the Comte exhausted by passion
sank into chair.
"By what authority do you invade my
house? and who are your" he exclaimed,
You'll know soon enough-got 'em
outside strait-jacket, all-here!" cried
the Doctor stamping his foot.
The man stationed without burst in
with cords, canvas and all the apparatus
for confining lunatics, and made a rush
upon the astonished Comte, who, at the
moment of their entrance drew con-
cealed pistol and fired at the Doctor.
The ball grazed the left side of his head,
carried off curl of his perr1wig and SO
Jared him that he fell completely
| stunned.
| The rest rushed upon the defenseless
| Comte and overpowered him. They
and bound his legs with ropes prepara-
tory to carrying him to the Doctors
| maison de sante.
The Doctor himself recovered imme-
diately from the stunning effects of the
shock, and superintended the operations
with all professional precision, "bear-
ing, he said, mo ill-win to the pauvre
Comte for what he did, mente non COM
pote, and laboring under mental "ple-
thora of sensibility."
But the cries of the Comte were long
and loud; he roared, foamed and grin
ned at the benevolent Doctor, and was in
fair way to occupy cell of any maison
de sante with due lnnatic propriety,
when the neighbors and passers-by,
alarmed at the outrageous cries, poured
into the chamber from all quarters, and,
among them, his intimate friends, the
Duke de G. and the Vicomte de s.
On seeing them, the Comte suddenly
burst into tears, and entreated them to
free him from his confinement, assuring
them of his sanity of mind in such con-
vincing terms, that the Vicomte could
hardly be restrained from drawing his
sword and making an example of the
Doctor on the spot.
"Ecoutez moi, done! ecoutez moip'
was all the terrified man of physic could
utter.
His story was told-the jewelers. coin
cided; but where were the lady and the
casket?
About two weeks afterwards made
an official visit to the conciergie to attest
the dying confession of female who
was arrested by the police as an agent
of the Carlists, and had taken poison at
she moment of her apprehension. She
was evidently sinking fast, yet her eyes
seemed to grow more lustrous, and her
speech more articulate and pathetic, as
the lividness of death oyerspread her
beautiful countenance. There was
wild and fearful energy in her manner,
as if she dreaded that life would fail ere
she could unburden her conscience of
its secret load.
She began: my name is Madelaine
Alaine, otherwise Jenne Patigon, other
wise the Comtesse de LIP
Eng'and's Latest War.