Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1851-04-30

to touch his box of lucifers. 1t was emp
t. lie had left one in it-he would take
his cath he had left one match in that
box How was the fire to be lighted, eh ?
why the fire was lighted Cox was con-
founded ! And where was the gridiron? on
the fire, Cox declared! And what was Oh
the gridiron ? Bacon Bacon it was.
"Well, now, pom my life" thought
Cox, "there's quiet coolness about Mrs.
Bouncer's proceedings that's almost anus
ing She takes my last lucifer-my Goals,
and my gridiron, to cook her breakfast by
l can't possibly stand this come out of
that added Cox, poking fork into the
bacon, transferring it to plate on the
table, and replacing it by his own chop.
"There, Mrs. b. Now, then, for my
breakfast things" And Cox took down
his key from the ledge, opened his closet
and went in, and shut the door after him,
the noise waking up Box, who looked out
from his bed curtains, vaguely exclaiming,
"come in w to an imaginary Mrs. Boun-
Ger.
al wonder, though" thought Box
suddenly" how long I've been asleep.
Goodness gracious-my bacon " Box
jumped up, and staggered to the fire place.
"Eh? what's this? A chop, whose chop?
Mrs. Bouncer's, I'll be bound. She seri-
ously thought to cook her breakfast while
l was aslcep-with my coal, too-and my
gridiron But where's my bacon Here
lis. Well, 'pon my soul, Bouncer's do
ing it! And shall l curb my Indignation!
Shall l falter in my vengeance? No p
growled Box, digging his fork into the
chop, and deliberately throwing it out Of
the window, which he again closed. "So
much for Bouncer's breakfast, now for my
own"
Having once more deposited the rashcr
on the gridiron, Box took the key of his
closet, (Which was on the opposite direction
to that of Cox, opened it, and went in,
slamming the door after him.
"Who's there?" said Cox, emerging
from his closet with a small tray of tea
things "Come in, if that's you, Mrs. B.
Goodness v' suddenly exclaimed Cox, set
ting the tray on bureau, and running to
the fire place. "My chop! Hello what's
this? ? Bacon again? Oh, pooh rounds
compound it-dash it-hang i'll can't
stand this |" and Cox, with one plunge Of
the fork transported the bacon, md strid.
ing to the window, sent it flying rapidly
into the street. Closing the window, he
went back to the bureau for his tray, and
was in the act of bearing it to the table
triumphantly, when he met Box face to
face, similarly armed, and proceeding in
the same direction. Box and Cox looked
at each other, petrifed.
"Who are you, sir p demanded Cox,
drawing up.
"What do you want here, sir"
off you come to that, what do yoa
want ~
" It's that printer" observed Cox, put
ting his tray upon the table.
" It's that hatter," observed Box, fol-
lowing suit.
"Go to your attic, r." said Cox, in
amaze.
"uy attic, sir? Your attic, sir!'
"Printer ~ cried little Cox, rising on
his toes, al shall do you a frightful in
jury, if you don't instantly leave my apart
ment."
"Your apartment? Ha! ha! come, I
like that Look here, sir" said Cox,
producing paper from his pocket, " Mrs.
Bouncer's receipt for the last weeks rent
bill, sir!'
Whereupon Box producing similar
paper, held it upto Cox's face, exrlaiming,
"Ditto, sir"
"Thieyes v' shouted Cox.
"Murder! shouted Box, little louder.
"Mrs. Bouncer |" shouted both, from
the middle of the room.
"What is the matter" cried Mrs.
Bouncer, coming in. Both siezed upon
Mrs. Bouncer at once.
Instantly remove that hatter," cried
Box.
Immediately turn out that printer"
cried Cox.
Well-but, gentlemen"
Explain |" said Cox, pulling her TO-
wards him. ..-..
"Explain ~ said Box, pulling her back
-"whose room is this ~
Yes, woman," said Cox, towering
&C whose room is this ?"
Doesn't it belong to me!" demanded
Box.