Mineral Point weekly tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1859-1868, 1859-02-22

shut up closely, 10 keep out as muc ch as
possible the sound OF the storm tha. roared
through the mountain chasms ard can
nonaded the walls of the house as if de-
termned to force an entrance AS soon
as she had seen that all was safe, Mrs.
Condlment went to bed and went TO sleep.
1t was about ten o'clock that night
that Old Hurricane, we'll wrapped up in
his quilted flannel dressing gown, sat In
his well padded easy-chair before warm
and bright fire, taking his comfort in his
own most comfortable bedroom This
was the hour of the coziest enjoyment to
the self-indulgert old Sybarte, who dear
iy loved his own ease. Very comfortable
was Old Hurricane and as he toasted
his feet and slipped his punch, while his
black servant Wool, applied the warming
pan to his cozy couch, he fairly hugged
himself for enjoyment, and declared that
nothing under heaven would or could
tempt him to leave that room and that
| house and 60 out into that storm on that
night. Just as he had come to that en-
| phatic conclusion. he was startled by a
violent ringing of the door-bell Order
ing Wool TO 60 and see what was the mat
ter, he hastily arrayed himself in his
sleeping habiliments and jumped into bed,
determined not to be intruded upon, or to
be called out of his room on any account
whatever.
AT tbs moment Wool re-appeared.
Shut the door, you villain, Do you
intend to stand there holding it open on
me ali night e. vociferated the old man.
Wool hastily closed the offending por-
tails, and hurried to his masters side.
g Well, sir, who was it rung the bell 2"
Sar, de Reverend Mr.. Parson Good
win, and he say how he must see you
yourself, personally, alonei"
See me you william! Diden't you tell
him that | had retired s''
Yes Marse, tell him how YOU were
gone to bed and asleep morne'n an hour
ago, and he ordered me TO come wake
you up, and say how it were matter O.
life and death!''
Life and death What have to do
with life and death | won't stir. If
the parson wants to see me he will have
TO come up here and see me ii. bed"
Mos | fetch him reverence up, sar 2"
Yes, wouldn't get up and 60 down
10 see-Washington- the door, YOU
rascal or I'll throw the boot-lack al your
wooden head -
Wool obeyed with ala Gritty and in time
10 escape the threatened missile.
After an absence of a few minutes he
was heard returning, attending upon the
footsteps of another. And the next min
ute be entered, ushering in the Rev. Mr..
Goodwin, the parish minister of Bethle-
hem. ST. Mary,s.
How do you do? How do you do
Glad TO see you, sir, glad to see you,
though obliged to receive you in bed -
Fact is, caught cold with this severe
change of weather, and took warm ne
gus and went to bed TO sweat it off =
You'll excuse me Wool, draw that cas-;
chair up to my bedside for worthy Mr..
Goodwin and bring him a glass of warm
negus. 1t will do hIm good after his cold
ride"
a thank you, Major Warfeld! will
take the seat, but not the negus, if YOU
please, tonight"
are Joking Why, It will keep YOU from
catching cold, and be most comfortable
nlght-cap, disposing you TO s.eep and sweat
like a baby OF course you spend the
night with us?'
II thank you, no! l must take the
road again In a few minutes
Take the road again to night, Whv.
man alive II Is midnight, and the snow
driving like all Lapland
Sir, | am sorry 10 refuse YOUR prolfer-
ed hospitality and leave YOUR comfortable
roof tonight, and sorrier sill! to have to
lake you with me" said the pastor, grave
ly."
Take IE with you No, no, nv
good sir no, no, that is too good joke
-ha , ha =
SIR, fear that yo1 will find it very
serious one Your servant told you that
my errand was one of imminent urgency -
Yes, something like life and death"
Exactly down at the cabin, near the
Punch Bowl, there is an old woman dy-
ing"
"There, knew it. | was just saying
there might be an old wamaa dying =
But, my dear sir, what's that to me 3
What can do g.
Humanity sir, would prompt you"
But, my dear sir, how can help her ?
am not j physician TO prescribe"
s. She is far past physicians help"
Z" Nor am | priest to hear her confes-
sion"
Her confession God has already re-
ceived."
"Well, and I'm not lawyer to draw
up her will"
. No, sir /; but you are recently ap-
pointed one of the Justices of the Peace
fer Allegheny"
Yes; well, what of that That does
not comprise the duty of my getting up
out of my warm bed and going through a
snow storm to see an old woman expire. "
Excuse me for insisting. sir !; but
this is an official Duty" said the parson,
mildly but firmly.
"Tll-Fll throw up my commission to-
morrow" growled the old man.
I" Tomorrow you may do that, but
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