The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1894-06-13

ton, buckle on 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 Pace, 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 Pace
suddenly halted, much frightened, upon
hearing that cavernous voice and catch
ing sight Of a specter which he could not
quite make out
sit is l, Gervasio.
81 am afraid, said Pace.
mo, man, don't be frightened. Come,
help me take this off, for I 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' neck with the edges of the he'll
met.
"But how did you ever get yourself
inside of this?''
81 did not get into it, This opens"
ut may open, but / do not see the
trick of it. Now I'm sleepy. I'm going
to bed now, and tomorrow 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 q
matchmaker in Jetafe before it became
a municipality"
Gervasio had to resign himself to his
fate.
"I'll have to go to bed with this he'll
met, suppose. And he stretched him.
self ont ON the bed. That, too, was n
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 wasl
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 We're
the glories of man and suffered still
more from the trials Of pianist who
lived i'll the third story, who never took
any rest herself nor allowed her neigh
boris 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 the strange sight.
But she had been informed of it all and
began to try her luck.
AT about 1 o'clock the next morning,
when the baron arose, his valet brought
him u letter bearing the word 'impor-
tant.
"When was this letter brought" the
baron asked, opening the envelope.
This morning at about o. F"
VERY well. :"
And in that letter it said:
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 10 do 30.
/ am almost mad. l 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
su mano," yours in despair, GERvAsIo.
"By Jovel" cried the baron, what
time is it?'
The valet looked at the clock on the
small table 1T is 11:30, sir"
"Then go quickly to Gervasio's
house He needs you. But hurryp'
AT IL o'clock sharp the troubadour
was relieved of the helmet and was on
the point of fainting for joy.-Chicago
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