Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1856-05-30

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|siding IN the southern part of this city.
few weeks since she assumed the
Igarb of man and made the acquaintance
lof, a young lady. named Miss Lewis. AT
ter a brief coartship. they were married
by the Rev. Mr.. Gregory, of the Episco-
lpal Church. and. the parties have since res
sided together as husband and wife. The
marriage ceremony was performed about
three weeks since, and the brides father,
suspecting there was something wrong
about his new son-in-law. obtained q
private interview and informed her of
his suspicion that she was not what she
pretended to be. AT first she claimed
she was a man. but ON closer question
| ing, finally admitted that she was a female.
A partial examination was made at this
time by the father.in.law and Officer
Barnes, which satisfied the officer that
the person was woman disguised, and
he Immediately arrested her and placed
her in the Watch House, where she has
remained since Saturday evening last,
We have not learned the proper name
of this singular woman. She is about 40
years of age, with marked features, proms
inent nose, high cheek bones. black
hair. worn long (for man and curling
at the end, and apparently brushed and
blue coat. blue shirt, snuff colored vest,
and gaiter boots and shawl over her
shoulders speaks with considerable con-
idence, but is not very communicative.
The lady's father was averse to the
match, but the bride still clings to her
woman husband, and claims that the ar
rest is conspiracy against them. They
were allowed to meet in one Of the an
te.rooms ofthe police Office, and embraced
each othet with the greatest marks of af.
Acknowledgment Standard.
a Private Room, or the Effect of Punch
Drinking.
One particular damp, dull, dreary, driz-
ly and disagreeable day in the latter part
of November. tall, gaunt and queer
looking fellow, dressed in blue claok,
with metal buttons, with yaller" striped
pantaloons and calf skin Examinations, sat
..solitary and alone" in little room ,situ.
ated in certain little tavern, in-street
Philadelphia.
Before him was little round table, on
whose marble top was "not little" pitch
er of smoking punch, "schreechen hot"
and wine glass. The solitary indiyid-
ual was York-nothin else, dear child
and that was his second pitcher full-nigh |
his second empty. One minute after, and
yon couldn't-fact you see-have squeez-
ed drop out of either pitcher or glass.
by forty two FOUNDER hydraulic press.
York rang the bell. The waiter pop
ped his head in the door.
''Ring sa 2"
GOT course did. Is the clearing of 2
"No sa-damp sa-fog so thick sa. you
couldn't ladle it out 'th aspoon, sa. Have
anything sa?"
'More punch. and strong
yes ssa-immediately, sa.'
The waiter withdrew, and in few Sc.
conds returned with the third pitcher Of
punch. York was beginning to feel
glorious, when on raising up his eyes. he
saw his own figure in pier glass direct
ly opposite. He rubbed his eyes again.
'By thunder said he here's some fell
low sitting right before me, I'LL swear
there's impudence for you'll This is pri-
vate room, sir, for my sole accommodai
tion.'
He waited minute. expecting an an.
swer. but his reflection only stared at him
and held its peace.
l was saying, sir. that this is my pri>
vate room-mine, sirl' cried York. fetch
ing his voice an octave higher than it was
before. No answer was made, and he
rang the bell furiously. The waiter made
his appearance again.
Ring. sa?
Yes. 1 did ring. Didn't / ask for a
private room 2
Yes, sa; this is private room, sa.'
'Itis! Why there's fellow sitting
right opposite me now, on the other side
of the table. Rot his impudence.'
liable, sa- fellow. sa !
Yes, there is. Well. just never mind.
Bring on some more punch and couple
Of glasses
In very short time the fourth pitcher.
with two glasses. made It's appearance.
York filed one of the glasses, and then
showed it over the table.
will you drink q said he, addressing
the figure in the glass;
'O6. you WON'T. eh? Well, III will
And so he did.
Better drink. old fellow continued
he. Your liquor is getting cold. and you
look as if you was fond Of the thing
No answer being returned. York finish
ed the nitcher. and rang the bell again.