Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1894-06-14

tide Of him, he Getermined 70 return
home and like one contemplating sui.
eide be left the theater, after having
spent one hour there, exhausted in body
as well as in spirit Neither mind nor
matter had been able to support he'll
met Of the Tournament CD the night Of
tine ball
He arrived at his h.-ne, but speaking,
as 1t were, into large eartheu dish and
being unable to uncover his head, the
watchmen refused TO let him in, ano
entreaties, arguments and signs were
necessary to convince the dubious man
that it was the real Mr. Gervasio
When this first difficulty had been
overcome, he went stumbling up the 20
steps which separated him from his
room. He opened the door with great
difficulty, and with yet more he sue
ceeded in lighting a candle.
Then the struggle began. He had
never worn helmet before, and in his
haste to go to the ball had not been
careful to find out how it should be
taken off.
He walked to and fro, inclosed thus,
tried everything that looked like but
ton, buckle or spring, but to no avail
The helmet seemed to cleave to him.
Then it occurred to him to call in aid.
But whom? All the neighbors were
sleeping, and it would have been the
greatest intrusion to knock at one of the
rooms
He stopped near the door to consider.
He thought he heard steps Some one
was coming up stairs
1t was indeed Paco, the mason, an old
neighbor of the house, not overindustri-
Gus, but great night reveler. That
night, doubtless, because it was Satur-
day, the measures of red wine had been
passed around all too freely, and conse-
quently the man seemed now and then
to lose his balance.
"Paco," called Gervasio. And Paco
suddenly halted, much frightened, upon
hearing that cavernous voice and catch
ing sight of specter which he could not
quite make out
SIT is /, Gervasio. "
II am afraid" said Paco.
''No, man, don't be frightened Come,
help me take this off, for can't do it
alone"
''Well, all right"
And, staggering, he entered the room
after Gervasio But as Paco understood
just as little about armors, and, on the
other hand, was not very steady, he did
not improve the renewed efforts other
wise than by two or three little scratches
which the mason inflicted on the trou-
badour's neck with the edges of the he'll
met.
"But how did you ever get yourself
inside of this?"
II did not get into it. This opens.
sit may open, but / do not see the
trick Of it. Now I'm sleepy. I'm going
to bed now, and tomorr9y I'll see if
Mrs. Nicasia, the porter's wife, can't
take this OFF Of you, for she understands
those things, since her husband was
matchmaker in Jetafe before it became
municipality"
Gervasio had to resign himself to his
fate.
''1'll have to go to bed with this he'll
met, suppose. And he stretched him
self out ON the bed. That, too, was
torture, as he turned and twisted. But
for great evils there are great remedies.
He sat down in an armchair and sadly
waited the dawn Of day. What long
night it was!
Since only the punishments In the in
fernal regions are eternal he slept at
odd moments under the helmet. Then
again he thought Of how costly were
the glories of man and suffered still
more from the trials of a pianist who |
lived in the third story, who never took |
any rest herself nor allowed her neigh
bors to rest Finally he heard the door
open and saw Mrs Nicasia enter with |
the breakfast.
The good porter wife nearly dropped |
the cup Of chocolate at tthe strange sight.
But she had been informed of it all and |
DO6on w o1J AOA Auoh.
At about 1 o'clock the next morning, |
when the baron arose, his valet brought |
him letter bearing the word 'impor-
tant."
when was this letter brought?" the |
baron asked, opening the envelope.
"This morning at about g." /
Every we'll"
And in that letter 1t said: Il
Pardon my boldness, but beg of you to do |
me the favor of sending over your valet to take |
off the helmet, as have not been able to do so.
am almost mad. passed the night in an |
armchair. 1t is very necessary for me to go to /
my Office. write under great difficulties and |
was hardly able to take my breakfast. "Beso |
50 mano," yours in despair, GERvAsIo.
"By JoveP' cried the baron, "what
time is it?''
The valet looked at the clock on the
small table. "It is 1880, sir" I
'"Then go quickly to Gervasio's
house. He needs you But hurry!"
At 10 o'clock sharp the troubadour
was relieved of the helmet and was on
the point of fainting for joy.-Chicago |
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