Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1849-08-27

the same moment that bad been cauoht
by the sharp teeth of a large steeltrap' I
made an effort to retreat AZ hastily as Dos
sible. But, alas! this WIS not permitted
The trap was fastened to- the shelf bv q
strong cord. 1t took nearly half minute
for me to recover presence Of mind enough
to press down the spring If the trap and
thus release myself from PAIN and impris-
onment. But it was too lats. I. By this time
the key was in the door. ItNasas opened and
my master and I stood csnfronting each
other. d. a a.
~ on, Pringleg,-sg.sa,15 81 ts
The tone 81 surprise ii Talfssif IN this was
uttered cut me severely. 1T was evident
that he had not suspected ~ hung my
head in shame. Y8
Come into the dining-roem, andlet me
tie up your hand, he said looking at my
wounded member, and with more kindness
in his voice than expected.
I followed him passiyely He put some
balsam on the wounds made by the trap,
bound up my hand, and then saying, with
out any harshness, but, 1 thought, with
something like pity for eT--SNow go up to
your bed, Theophilus, and let. this be a good
lesson for the future
When | reached nv COMPANIONS in the
garret, and related my adventure, Joe said,
4 wasn't SO far wrong, after, all. 1 thought
there was something in the wind, BY the
way the old lady displayed her pies and
cakes. Pm like an old rat, and can smell
the trap. He didn't catch me- .-
My hand was SO sore the next morning
that ] could not work, duts my feelings were
much sorer. | was terribiAent down, and
could not look either Mr.. or5 Mrs. Turner in
the face,
On the second day, tepk my place in
the shop as usual. saw4a smile pass thro'
the room as I entered, the meaning of which
| did not clearly understand. But was not
long in doubt, for just over the bench where
I worked, I found that some. one had tack
ed up graphic drawing Of a cat caught by
a lobster while attempting TO steaIsa fish
from the larder. Under twas written in
large letters -"Lobster Sauce. ssss.,s.
As l tore the obnoxionssdrawing from its
place, there was a roar Of laughter through.
out the shop, in which cbuld not help join
ing, notwithstanding my bad relish Of the
joke. 1 knew very we'll who had done
this. Joe Grimes was good at almost every
thing.
On the next morni aSss-,1 up beyond
my reach, was q esk11N pictIasea twice
the size Of the one nat tru tf0yed 81 caug1hf
my eyes the moment entered the shop.
fHow do you like kobster.sauce, Pring gle p
inquired one of the journeymen, with Sc
rious face.
The shop was instantly in a roar.
'sConfound you and your lobster sauce,
tooriI returned angriiy.
There was another roar, which brought
in Mr.. Turner. He saw the drawing as
soon as he entered, and understanding its
meaning instantly, caught the Infection, ,and
retired holding his sides.
1t was long ere | heard the last of lobster
sauce. 1t was in vain for me to tear down
the drawings, for if l removed one to-!ay,
anothar would be in its place tomorrow,
Joe relishing the matter SO well as to keep
at least two drawings ahead in order to
supply sudden demand. 1t was new a.
musement for him. at last gave up. In a.
bout six months the dust hid the figures of
the drawing last nailed to the wall, and
the story connected with it was nearly for
gotten by all but Theophilus Pringle. 1t is
no matter of wonder that his memory was
tenacious on the subject, or that he never
eats lobster on any occasion, or suffers grim
akin to find quiet home on his premises.