To do this he had resort to a very familiar, we may say time-honored, prescription--rum.

He did not use it after the voudou fashion; the voudous pour it on the ground--Agricola was an anti-voudou.

It finally had its effect.

By eleven o'clock he seemed, outwardly at least, to be at peace with everything in Louisiana that he considered Louisianian, properly so-called; as to all else he was ready for war, as in peace one should be.

While in this mood, and performing at a sideboard the solemn rite of _las onze_, news incidentally reached him, by the mouth of his busy second, Hippolyte, of Frowenfeld's trouble, and despite 'Polyte's protestations against the principal in a pending "affair" appearing on the street, he ordered the carriage and hurried to the apothecary's.
* * * * * When Frowenfeld awoke, the fingers of his clock were passing the meridan.