Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1856-12-12

5 alarmed at her late lndiscreet cries. ke]
t silence and listened again-when sh
: heard the voice of her worthy slecpin
$ partner. Miss Polly Mottle, crying MN
, der = down stairs.
1t happened that Miss Mottle was fu
of mettle, old as le was, and the tumul
had confirmed her worst suspicious.
The Odd Fellows have come, that's
r fact, sure's you're born! = she exclaimed
in the kitchen, and with furious valol
) worthy Of the mistress of the house, sh
seized the first weapon she could lay he
hand on-a sieve and rushed to glor,
up stairs.
| Scarcely had she reached the top, whel
lIodijah Pamboger, having got his pis
tolls, stepped forth into the entry, whe1
one of the barkers, perhaps little excit
ed in the emergency, went off accident.
tally, at half.cock, revealing to the des-
pcrate Miss Mottle, for second. the flo.
ure Of a man, though she did not recog-
nize him.
Down came the sicve-like thunder
bolt made of rusty wire on his devoted
head ! The wire gave way-his head,
crowned with the red nightcap, went
through-and the astonished man was
collared by sieve. The shock caused
him to drop both pistols and, unarmed.
vigorously he fed from the supposed
assassin, to the room of Mrs Liver
with the sieve pricking his throat-and
fastened himself in.
Starch. troubled with an intermittent
fever. kicked at the closet-Loor Mottle,
elated at her victory. stopped for the pis-
tolls, happened to pick up the loaded one,
and ran to the closet. thinking the kick
er was another bloody Odd Fellow
another accomplice of the sanguinary
Pamboger.
Wild as tigress-with a night-cap
on-shc dashed the door wide open, and
grasping Starch by the collar of the late
Mr.. Liver's surtou., dragged her forth,
and insisted upon her dying Immediately.
Miss Starch, Notwithstanding the over
coat, very naturally demurred, and fell
upon her knees, not at once knowing
her frantic friends voice, and in greatest
terror plead plteously to be permitted to
live little longer in this checkcrcd life.
But now the fates ordered that the
three other active participants of that
strange atfray, should have something to
do with the threatened existance of Miss
Sally Starch, who, 50 far, had got the
worst of ,t-and all for listening.
The Widow Liver, in her contest with
Dorothea, had soon discovered her mis-
take and after dreadful state of things,
tumblins and rolling and biting and
scratching and pinching and pulling at
each other, in all sorts of ways, Doro-
thca's mistake was beat into her thick
head, also; and taking courage, on find
ing themselves to be friends, painting
loudly. they leaned over the banisters.
and after the pistol-shot had warned
them of the peril below, with much com.
passion they heard the prayer of Sally
Starch Tor mercy.
Dorothea possessed considerable pluck,
and the widow was not much Of chick
en-, and eager to do something for their
imperiled friend, they seized couple Of
holsters, and determined, hit or miss.
to do what they could with these, for Of
fence and for shields
4 declare. It's shame to have Sally
murdered p they calculated; and in as
brave and manly tones as they could
feign, they shouted, with more consid-
crate humanity than the supposed mar
anders m ght be thought to deserve
Take care, now, Of yourselves. Here
we are a-coming to you Better take
care, now. and down they went, not
verv fast
BY this time. Mr.. Pambogar had freed
his mangled neck of its inpromptu col
lar, and, determined to give it up so,
looking about him for an offensive weap-
on, reached under Mrs. Liver's lonely
bed, and fonnd-a ararminy-pan the
only thing handy.
With convulsive clutch he welded it.
and burst forth with shout, simutanc-
cusly with the descent of the widow and
Dorothca. and the lying prayer of Starch.
The heroic Mottle, undaunted at num-
bers. turned and fired the pistol at him
Providentially it shot the warming
pan, instead of the lucky calabash OF
Mr.. lIodijah Pamboger, who now rallied
and raising on high his mighty weapon,
rushed forward, determined 20 mash
somebody. Tumb.ing headlong over
Miss Mo.tle and her captive. the blow
he aimed was by no means lost. The
warming-pan fell full upon the head OF
Mrs. Liver, and stretched her insensible.
she. in her fall. effecting an upset OF
Dorothea.
Thus was made sprawl of the whole
concern, warminS-pan, holsters and all
Had tnot been that Hodijah's hoist
lessened the force of the warming pan,
Mrs. Liver would have been liver no
more!
AS is the case in many of the mimic
dramas of the stage, this grand climax
of exciting incidents Immediately pre-
ceded the finale o. the night.
Alarmed by the tumultuous fuss, the
next door neighbor, the busy-body Mrs.
Wallspout. who always kept one ear open
even when asleep, in turn alarmed the
watch, after all the damage was done.
and the danger over pallantly CANA in