Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1855-06-20

kind, and if she beant splitting up some
thing or other, then don't know what
splitting bel"
| Without waiting to hear more, Mr.. P.
seized his hat, and hurried off home at
most digni6ed pace.
Opening the hall door. he stole up
stairs as carefully SIS possible, and ap-
| plying his eyes to the Wy hole. he be-
held sight which made him fairly boil
with rage.
| Mrs. P. was sitting in front of the fire.
place, reading his old love letters. The
one she was engaged in perusing at that
particular moment, was from Miss
Polly Primrose, who, it appeared, had
once looked favorably on the suit of Mr..
P; but more dashing lover appearing
on the scene, Miss Polly sent him let
ter of dismissal, promising her undying
friendship, and accompanying the same
with lock of her hair, and some walnut
meats.
But it was not the love letter alone
that made Mr.. P. SO outrageous. He
had been something of traveller in his
day, and had collected a great many
curiosities in his rambles, which he had
deposited in cupboard in the very room
where he had confined Mrs. Pepper, and
she had got at them.
She had split up an elegant writing
desk with his Indian battle-axe, in order
to have fire, as the day was rather
chilly. In one corner of the fire place
was Mr.. Peppers best beaver, filled up
with love letters.
On small table close to Mrs. P, was
a beautiful fat China dish, filed with
bears oil, in which she had sunk Mr..
P's best satin cravat, and having fred
one end of it, it afforded her sufficient
light for her labors-for Mr.. Pepper had
closed the blinds, for the better security
of his culprit.
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
meanwhile, occasionally punching up
the fire with the fiddle, for Mr.. P. had
with commendable foresight, removed
the shovel and tongs.
Mr.. P. condescended to peep through
the keyhole until he had obtained pref
ty correct idea of what was going on
within. Never was there Pepper Sc
fred as he. He shook the door, but it
was securely fastened within, and resist
ed all his efforts to open it. He ordered
Mrs. Pepper to open it or take the con-
sequences but as she did not open it, it
is to be presumed that she preferred the
consequences. Mr.. P. darted down the
stairs like a mad man.
II must put astopto this" he thought,
cor 1 shall not have rag of clothes on
my back
Procuring ladder, he began to
mount to the bed room but Mrs,
P. was not to be taking so easily
She knew that he had left the door
} unlocked, for she had examined 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
, bottles of cologne, she thew the contents
i upon the fire, and in few minutes had
/ the satisfaction of seeing it entirely ex-
tinguished. That duty performed, she
left the apartment, and locking the door
; she stationed herself in a convenient
position to hear everything that trans
pired within.
| In few moments Mr.. P. was safe in
[ the apartment, and as soon as he had
closed the window, he stood bolt upright
, in the middle of the room, and said in q
deep voice
"Jezebel, come forth %
No answer.
"Jade, do you think to escape 90
Still no response, Mr.. P. begins to
feel uneasy, and hastily commences to
search the room but had not proceeded
far, when he hears slight litter some
t where in the vicinity of the door. He
} listens moment and it is repeated
, Darling to the door he attempts to open
it, but finds himself prisoner. There
is but one more chance, he thinks, and
hurries to the window but alas for Mr..
Pepper his wife had 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 a
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.
r At this moment his eye falls upon his
|, dsguerreotype which is lying upon the
table before him-mechanically taking
it up, he opensit and sees-what moth
ing but his own face. All the rest oi
. him being rubbed of, and around his
; lovely phiz is the missing curl, and the
walnut meats are carefully slowed in the
E corner of the case. Mr.. P. fairly blub-
4 bered aloud.
"Good !" thought Mrs. P; "when
4 you find your level, I'll let you out. and
4 mt till then littla wholason,e disci.