The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1855-05-09

beautiful fiat China dish, filed with bear,
oil, in which she sunk Mr.. P.'s bust satin
cravat, and having fred one end Of IT, it af-
forded her sufficient light for her labors--
for Mr.. P. had closed the blinds, for the
better security of the cnlprlt. Il
I On some Goals in front of the FIRE, was
Mr.. P.'s silver christening bowl, in which
Mrs. P. was popping corn, which she ever
and anon stirred, with the fiddle-bow, mean
while, occasionally punching up the fire
with the fiddle, for Mr.. p had, with com
mcndable foresight, removed the shovel and
tongues. sRlBsE
MIR. P. condescended to peep through the
key-hole, until he had obtainedH pretty cor
rect idea of what was going on Within
Never was Pepper SO fired as he. He
shook the door, it wss securely fastened
within, and resisted all his efforts to open
or take the, consequences; but as she did
not open II, It Is 70 be presumed that she
preferred the consequences. Mr.. Pepper
darted down stairs like mad man.
81 must put stop to this" he thought,
cor shall not have rag Of clothes to my
back" a.5
Procuring ladder, he began to mount
to the bedroom; but Mrs. P. was not to be
taken to easily. She knew that he had
left the door unlocked, for she had exam
ined it as soon as he had left; but she had
no idea of letting him have the benefit Of
her fire; SO, hastily seizing several large
botteIs of cologne, she threw the contents
upon the fire, and in few minutes had the
satisfaction of seeing it entirely extinguish-
ed. That duty performed, she left the a.
partment, and locking the door, she sta
toned herself in convenient position to
hear everything that transpired within.
In few moments Mr.. P. was safe in the
apartment and he as soon as he had closed
the window, he stood bolt upright in the
middle of the room, and said in a deep
"Jezebel, come forth'"
! No answer. s+t
"Jade do you think to escape!"
Still no response. Mr.. P. begins to feel
uneasy, and hastily commences to search
the room; but had NOT proceeded far when
he hears a slight litter somewhere in the
vicinity of the door. He listens moment
and it is repeated. Darling to the door,
he attempts to open it, but he finds himself
q prisoner. There is one more chance. he
thinks, and hurres to the window; but alas
for DIR. Pepper! his wife has just removed
the ladder and he cannot escape.
He sits down on chair and looks rue
fully around him, and presently he arises
and picks up few fragments Of letter
which is, lying on the carpet, and finds it
is from Polly Primrose. He wonders what
she has done with the lock of hair. -
At this moment his eye falls upon his
daguerreotype, which is lying on the table
before him-mechanicaly taking it up, he
opens it, and sees-what? nothing but his
own face. All the rest of him being rub
bed off, and around his lovely phiz is the
missing curl, and the walnut meats are
carefully slowed in the corner of the case.
Mr.. p. fairly blubbered aloud.
"Good!" thought Mrs. p. "when you find
your level, I'll let you out, and not till then.
A little wholesome discipline will do you
good, and Pm fully prepared to administer
it,"
How long Mrs. Pepper kept her liege lord
in durance vile, deponent saith not, and as
to what passed between them when he was
released from captivity, we are not any
better informed, but of this we are sure
Mr.. Pepper might have been seen, & morn
ing or two afterwards, to put his head into
the bedroom, and heard to say in meek
manner
"Betsy Jane, I've made the kitchen FIRE
and put on the tea-kettle; won't you please
to get up and get breakfast."- Y. Week
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