The Democratic sentinel and Harrison County farmer. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1851-1852, 1852-08-11

4 anu pun Oh his DOOtS, anu "llituut dNicihp1
ing to disentange his hair, he threw his
cloak over his shoulders and rushed out.
! "Hello! This is my baggageP' he cried to
The ostler. ''Why isn'tiF put aboardH'
The ostler didn't know anything about
the baggages, but seeing that the traveller
was in great haste, he threw it upon the top
of the coach. ..,.. ,. .-..
".hll readyP shouted the diver.
"But-wait," cried Phiip.
He was lighting cigar,
"Ride outside, ifyou're going to smoke,
sir" ......,.. .... ......-...,.,.,
Mr. Fastley said hiswife didn't mind ci
gars.--hut being told there were other la.
dies inside, he reluctantly climbed upon the
COACH. ''''F' 911 ."
At that moment pretty face appeared at
the coach window, and sweet voice as
kcd the landlord if he-meauing her gen
tlcman=-had appeared.
%, yes" said the landlord "lie is
going to ride outside He wants tosmoke."
'Smoker echoed the voice. He-hc-
hasn't smoked for six months"
"Wel, he's putting away noT, like a
steam engine AlIaboard, driver, 80 aheadH'
cried the landlord.
The hazel eyes looked displease l. There
was evidently something wrong.
Tns truth is, Miss Snow, suppo,ing Mr..
Fas.lcy 20 be Mr.. Fowcr--tor She WAS in
the i've o'clock coach, which was only halt
an hour behind its Cme-was very indignant
to thpk that her loyer, who had .romised to
abstain from cigars, for her sake, should
have fallen into temptation, just on that
morning, and she threatened, in her heart
never tG forgive him.
( But the sage rolled on, with Mr.. Fastley
outside, and the dangerous eyes inside, while
Mr. Fowler and Mrs, Fastley were leftquiet-
ly sleeping at the inn.
Perhaps ! should correct myself. So
phronia did not sleep much, after LAURA was
stirring; and shortly after the departure of
this amiable young lady, Mrs. F,arose w'ade
her toilet, and went down stairs, thinking it
wo'd not be amss if she could eat biscuit
and enjoy a cup Of coffee before her morn
ing ride.
"I'll be obliged to you, sir, she said to
the landlord, ''if you'll go call my husband
would like to have him eat something, be-
fore getting into the stage
Dear mep' exclaimed the landlord; NOW
/ think of it-gracious! beleve-l re-
memb ber---"
"What?" cried Mrs. +.
cit was your husband---at least you call
ed him your husband, last night"
"Well what ofhim?"
"Why--I'm dashed if he didn't go off
with that other woman?'
''Sir!" cried Sophronia, turning pale, and
stameripg with agitation, "who-what Dc
you mean? 1t can't-can't be-"
lis your husband the man with the black
whiskers----wears q cloak-,has weed ON
his hat"
Eyes! yes! that's he"
ooh, dear?' ground the landlord. Giles
gone!" ...
"Gone!" gasped Sophronia, feeling very
faint,
"Yes-went in five o'clock stage"
"With-with that young woman, did YOU
say" ...t..m
young woman with curls, pretty teeth
and brown eyes" said the landlord, "the
one your husband played whistwth--"
90, Heayen | see it al'' shrieked ooph-
ronia. 80, | shall die! l."
Il assure you" interrupted the landlord
81 am not to blame. The two gentlemen
told me the sofa was to 90 in the five o clock
and woke up the sofa; and"
"Where is Fowler" cried the excited So
phronia. "He must know something about
tbis-call him."
| The landlord was glad of an excuse to
leave Mrs. Fastley; he was little afraid of
her BLACK eyes, which snapped so,' as he
afterwards expressed it.
He Ean up to the single bed. and found
Charlss Fowler looking at bis watch.
"Hello! uncle. what does this mean?" cried
the young man. 81 thought l. was to go in
the five o'clocl--and here it is =" .
"Bnt," stammered the landlord, who be-
gan to- fear that the mistake might be his,
"you told me the sofa was TO 50 in thel4ye
O'clock, -
i Confusion and plagues!7 muttered Char
ley, aghast, "and so we did And | was
to sleep on the sofa but Eastey wouldn't
have ii so, AMI made me come up here. :"
"Lts Fastleys to blame, sir, rejoned
the landlord. greatly relieved. "It's all his
plot" ....
"Plot!" laughed Charley. "Ha was too
much under the, influence of that vile stuff
you called wine, to,make any kind of plot"
"But assure. you, he wasn't so drunk
sir, but he knew what he was about He man
aged "cute, to, | SHOULD say"
! "Managed?"
}, eyes, sir; he's run off, sir, 'long'ith
that young woman ---"
J "Ha! ha! ha! what young woman?"
"Your young woman, sir; the curls,s sir;
! they've eloped, sir
Charley laughed again, ana he did not
stop laughing until he reached the palor,
where he found Mrs. Fastley pacing to and
fro, and lashing herself into fury, just like a
painte ," as the landlord afterwards desert,
bed it; meaning. suppose, panther.
There Charley stopped laughing at the
fancied joke. He began to think there was
some truth in it. u
80, Mr.. Fowler!" exclaimed Sophronia,
what shall we do? It's too bad. will
kill myself I-lknew they were plottin a
bout something, when they were whispering
together on the sofa. o, the wretch! to get
us to play euchre. O!Op'
And Sophronia! sobbed terrifcally
"Mrs. Fastley, you---you astound me,
said Charles, "But can't think it is any
thing but a mistake"
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