Southern sentinel. [volume] (Plaquemine, Parish of Iberville [La.]) 1848-1858, 1855-04-28

"She thinks won't do it, and hopes to ge
| off in that way; but it won't do; up stairs She,
| got to go, if | do have to carry her; so here
goes" and taking the form of bis lady in bis
| arms, he soon had the satisfaction of seeing
| her safely lodged in the prison, and carefully
| locking her in, he stationed little red headed
| youth on the front door-steps, to attend te
callers and also see that Mrs. P. did not es.
cape; and then he betook himself to a restaurant
! for his dinner, and after despatching that; he
hurried off to his office, and was soon engrossed
in business.
About the middle of the afternoon, our young
sentinel rushed into the Office, and said, never
! stopping to take breath:
Mr.. Pepper had better run home just as fast
as he can, for that woman what's shut up be
making an awful racket, and she be tearing
around there, and rattling things the distress
sngest kind, and if she bsant splitting up some.
thing or other, then don't know what split
ting ber'
Without waiting to hear more, Mr.. P. seized
bis hat, and hurried off home at most digni.
fed pace. ..
Opening the hall door, he stole up stairs as
carefully as possible, and applying his eyes to
the keyhole, he bsheld sight which made him
fairly boil with rage. LIS ..
Mrs. P. was sitting in front of the fire place,
reading his old love letters. The one she was
engaged in persuing at that particular moment,
was from Miss Polly Primrose, who it ap-
peared had once looked favoably on the suit
of Mr.. Pepper; but more dashing lover ap-
pearing on the scene, Miss Polly sent him a
letter Of DISMISSAL, promising her undying
friendship, and accompanying the same with a
lock of her hair, and some walnut meats.
BUTT was not the love letters 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 ram
bles, which he had deposited in cupboard in
the very room where he had confined Mrs. P.
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 cor
filled up with love letters.
beautiful fiat China dish, filled with bears oil,
in which she had sunk Mr.. P,'s best satin era.
vat, and having fired one end Of it., is afforded
her sufficient light for her labors-for Mr.. p
had closed the blinds, for the better security Of
the culprit. .t.t
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. occa.
sionally 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
key.hole until he had obtained pretty correct
idea Of what was going on within. Never was
Pepper so fired 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 or take the consequences; but
as she did not open it, it is to be presumed that
she preferred the consequences. Mr.. Pepper
darted down the stairs like a mailman.
81 must put stop to this" he thought, "or
shall not have rag of cloathes to my back"
Procuring the ladder, he began to mount to
the bedroom; but Mrs. P. was not to be taken
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 threw the
contents 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 aconvenient position to hear every
thing that transpired 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 a deep voice. '
sJezebel, come forth!"
No answer.
"Jade do you think to escape!" - ''
Still noiresponse. Mr. p. begins to feel un-
easy, and hastily commences to search the
room; but had not prodceeded far. when he
hears slight litter. somewhere in the vicinity
of the door. He listens q moment and it Is
repeated. Darling to the door, he attempts to
open it but he finds himselfa prisoner There
is one more chance, he thinks and hurries to
the window; bat alas for Mr. Pepper! his wife
has Just removed the ladder, and he cannot
escape. 4
He sits down on chair and looks ruefully
around him, and. presently he arises and picks
up. q few fragments Of q letter which is lying
on the carpet, and finds it is from Polly Prim.
rose He wonders what she has done with the
lock Of hair. s s '
At this moment his eye falls upon his
which - lying npon the table
before him-mechanically taking it up, he
opens it. and sees-what? nothing but his own
face. All The rest of him being rubbed of,
and around his lovely phiz Is the missing our,
ind, the walnut meats are carefully allowed in
lhe corner Of the case. Mr. P. fairly blubbe.ed
lloud.
aGoodp' thought Mrs P; awhen you find your
evel Pll let you out, and not till then. "A little
wholesome discipline will do you good, and I'm
nlly prepared TO administer irn
How long Mrs. Pepper kept her liege lord in
lurance vile, deponent saith not, and az to what
passed between them when he was released from
.aptiyity, we are not any better informed, but Of
his we are sure, Mr.. P. might have been seen. I
morning Or two afterwards, to put his head into
he bedroom, and hear him say in meek man
Ter
'sBetsy Jane, Pve made the kitchen FIRE, and
,ut on the tea-kettle: won't you please to get up
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