Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1852-04-14

waiting. to bid her good night. or to have
some explanation, when turning quickly
she said I ...- -. :. =
:" How queer you act to night; amt
you coming in O.
There was something very tempting in
the suggestion. Was I going in? A
warm house and pretty woman We're
objects of consideration, and it was dreary
to think of facing the storm and seeing
her no more.
1t took me about three quarters of
minute to make up my mind, and in l
went. There was a dim light in the hall,
and as my guide ran rapidly up stars
why thought I could do no more than
run up too. l followed her into very
dark room.
Lock the door John" she said.
Now as if had been the only John in
the world I thought she knew me. felt
for the key and turned it in the lock with
out hesitation, wondering all the time
what was coming next. Then an awful
suspicion of some hOrrid trick flashed
upon my mind, for had often heard of
infatuated men being lured to destruction
bv pretty women, and l was on the point
of re-opening the door, when my lady
strnck a light. Then being an excessive
" modest mani discovered to my dis
may that l was in bed room !-alone
with woman in her bed room II can
not describe my sensation. l said some
thing but the lady lighted her lamp,
looked, stared at me an instant, turned as
white as pillOw-case, and screamed:
"Who are you how came you here
Go quick-leave this room-I-IM thought
you acre my husband :" and covering her
face with her hands, she sobbed violently.
was petrifed. Of course I was quite
as anxious to leave, as she was to have
me do SO. But in my confusion instead
of going out at the door 1 came in, I'M
locked another door, and walked into a
closet.
Before could rectify my error, there
came terrible laundering at the front
door. The lady screamed, the noise in
creased, and felt peculiar, knowing We
ry well that now the lady's real husband
was coming, and that was in rather a
bad fix.
Well aware that it would not do to re-
main in the closet, and convinced of the
danger of meeting a man who might fall
into the vulgar weakness of being jealous
l was trying to collect my scattered sen.
ses in the dark recesses, when the lady
rushed to me and whispered in a wild
manner:
What shall do? If you do not &C
he will kill me p
"O-but consider"
The laundering at the door drowned
her voice. She flew to open it. AS the
rathful husband burst into the room, ]
thought felt little cold, and crept under
some garments hanging in the closet.
A gruf voice roared and stormcd. A
tender voice demonstrated. Othello was
jealous and revengeful; Desdemona limo.
cent and distressed--thenI heard an omi-
nous sound, as of some one looking undel
the bed
a. know he is here! saw him come
into the house with you. You locked the
door I'll have his heart out p
Hear me hear me will explain !''
AS l was listening very attentively for
the explanation, the garments under
which was concealed were quickly lift
ed, and fancy my feelings, discovered in
such a situation by husband
"Wcll B." we cried, deeply in
terested, for we knew that every word OF
his story was true, chow did you get out
of the scrapc 2"
:" used violent remedy for SO violent
a complaint. Driven in a corner-my life
in danger-perceiying at glance that
Othello was not as strong as | was, l
threw myself upon him, fcIled him to the
floor and held him there. until had Uiyen
him full explanation of the error, made
him hear reason, and tanned him to be as
quiet as lamb. Than left unceremo-
niously, and have never seen Othello or
Desdemona since.