Southern sentinel. [volume] (Plaquemine, Parish of Iberville [La.]) 1848-1858, 1852-02-21

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ing my arm.
"A thrill went to my heart. What to make
of my lady's address, did not know; but she
| was too charming creature for me to refuse
to accompany her. We started off in the
midst of the tempest, the noise of which pre-
vented any conversation. At length she said
with a scream:
Put your arm around me, | shall blow
away"
need not describe you my sensations, as
Ipressed her to my side, and hurried on. 1t
was very dark; nobody saw us; and allowing
her to guide my steps, followed her motions
through two or three streets, until she stopped
before an elegant mansion.
Have you your key!' she asked.
MY keyP l stammered; there must be some
mistake
'O,I have one.'
And as she opened the door, stood wait
ting to bid hef good night, or to have some ex-
PLANTATION, when turing quickly, she said:
How queer you actto-night! amt you COM
ing in?'
There was something very tempting in the
suggestion. Was going in! A warm house
and pretty woman were certainly objects Of
consideration, and it was dreary to think of
facing the storm, and of seeing her no more.
1t took me about three quarters of a second
to make up my mind, and in | went--There
was dim light in the hall, and as my guide ran
rapidly up stairs, why | thought could do
nothing better, and ran up too. followed her
into very dark room
Lock the door John,' she said.
Now, as if had been the only John in the
world, | thought she knew me. | felt for the
key, and turned il in the lock, without hesita-
ton, wondering all the time what was coming
next. Then an awful suspicion of some hor-
rid trick flashed upon my mind, for had often
heard of infatuated men being lured to their
destruction by pretty women, and was on the
point or re-opening the door, when my lady
struck light. Then--being an excessively
modest mani discovered to my dismay that
was in bed room!-with woman in bed
room!--alone with a woman in her bed room?
cannot describe my sensations said some
thing, don't know what it was, but the lady,
having lighted her lamp, looked round, stared
at me an instant, turned as white as a pillow
case, and screamed:
who are you! How came you here? Go
quick-leave this room-HIthougMy you uere
my husbandr and covering her face with her
hands, she sobbed Historically.
was petriied. Of course 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 came in unlocked another door, and
walked into closet
Before could rectify my error, there came
a terrible laundering at the first door. The
lady screamed; the noise increased; and felt
peculiar, knowing very well that now the lady's
real husband was coming, and that was in
rather bad fix.
Well aware that it would not do to remain
in the closet, and convinced of the danger of
meeting man who might fall into the vulgar
weakness of being jealous, | was trying to col
lect my scattering senses in the dark recess.
when the lady rushed to me and whispered to
me in a wild manner:
"What shall I do? Ifyou do not go he will
kill me!'
sO-but consider"
The laundering at the door drowned her
voice. She flew to open it. As the wrathful
husband burst into the room, thought felt
little cold, and crept under some garments ham
ging in the closet.
A gruff voice roared and stormed. A ten
der silver voice demonstrated. Othello was iea-
iOus ana fevengeful; DeSdemona innocent and
heard an omnious sound, as
of some one looking under the bed.
4 know he is here! saw him come iuto the |!
house with you! You locked the door! I'll |
have his heart out!p'
Hear me! Hear me! I will explainr'
As ] was listening very attentvely for the
explanation, the garments under which was
concealed were quietly lifted, and fancy my
feelings, discovered in such situation, by
such husband!
well B. we cried, deeply interested, |
for we knew that every word of his story was
true, how did you get out of the scrapeg'
i used a violent remedy for SO violent a
complaint. Driven in corner-my life in |
at glance that Otheo
was not as strong as Twas, | threw myself
upou him, fell with him on the floor, and held |
him there, until Ihad given full explanation of
the error, made him hear reason, and tanned
him to be as quiet as lamb. Then / left |
rather unceremoniously, and have never seen
0thello or Desdemona since.
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