The Abbeville banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1847-1869, 1859-10-06
Why, Jourdan; what


through the trap and stood on the roof
We now saw he was going to seize tht
madman.
The latter, as I have said, was n tall
stout man in state of acute mania oui
friend was diminutive, and his naturally
small frame was wasted by disease. He
got on the sharp apex Of the sloping roof
a blast Of wind came, and down lie
went but he caught something, raised him.
SELF and walked along, like one on a tigh,
rope.
The madman does not seem to notice
him. We watch them both and our hearts
beat not only with anxiety but shame.
The possibility of such fate never had
entered our own imaglnations. Now he
nears the maniac; who notices him turns half
round, and throws his arms up in defiance.
But OH Jourdan goes. Their shadows now
minglc on the roof. The wind seems to
howl louder, and our eyes less able to dis.
tinguish objects.
Great Heaven! they're down. said
Brown, squeezing my arm, as something
ratified over the roof
Not was only tile.
What are they doing? They arc nearer
us now-Jourdan walked YEARLY back
wards, and leading the maniac, whom he
had grasped by the breast of his night
shirt. Still are these mad hands held out
threateningly over the fraiI figure guiding
him to safety. They reach the trap
Brown and descended the steps to make
room for this strange pair. Down they
come. We seize the great mad arms
and pin them down, and put the man to
bed.
We turn to lcok for tourdan, liz is qui.
etly pulling on his boots again and SO we
all return 70 the house-surgeon's room.
l shall not trouble the reader with any
moral reflections, which he may draw, as
we'll as myself, from this little adventure.
Poor Jourdan's brave spirit is now, trust,
where he obtains clearer insight into those
great truths he so enthusiastically investi'
gated in his short and useful life. The pa
tient whose life he saved was only suffering
from temporary mental excitement, and is
now strong and useful man.
-.-.<
THE Painter and tile Princc.-Frank
Leslie's News tells the following capital
Rowland for an Oliver" anecdote, as of
recent occurrence in New York
Some few days since Judge Whitley was
subp@naed as witness in the Forest case.
Ills old acquaintance, Prince John Van
l'uren, was tho examining counsel. The
Judge, who now and then aims at the face.
tious, was asked by the Prince what lis
occupation was.
"Oh," said he, I'm painter, poet, politi-
clan, justice of tile peace, editor-in word,
a Jack Of all trades.'
"Put that down." said the Prince
"Jack Of all trades.''
Excuse me-" replied the Judge, "that
was mere pleasantly. protest against
your putting that down."
II insist" retorted the pertinacious Prince
and it was duly entered that Thomas w.
Whitley confessed to being Jack of all
trades.
few minutes afterwards the facetious
Jack of all trades had his revenge on the
Princely Jack of all parties for, upon his
asking how it was that Whitley was so
sure he was in Buffalo in 1s4s, the sarcas-
tic Jersey Justice said, in most emphatic
manner
Becuse had then the pleasure of hear.
ing Mr.. John Van Buren, make his famous
freesoil speech!"
"A laugh from the spectators greeted the
retorl: willie the Prince groaned inwardlv.
Pretty hard Icc.-Deacon johnson is
great temperance man, and sets a good
example of total abstinence as far he is seen.
Not long since he employed carpenter to
make some alterations in his parlor, and re.
pairing the corner near the fireplace it was
found necessary to remove the wainscoting.
when 10 discovery was made that as.
tonished everybody. A brace of decanters,
tumbler, and pitcher, were cozily re-
posing there as if they had stood there from
the beginning. The Deacon was summoned.
as he Leheld the blusbing bottles he ex.
claimed,-
wall, | declare, that is curious, sure
enough. 1t must be that old Bains left
them when he went out of this house thirtv
years ago.
perhaps he did, returned the carpenter
but, deacon. the ice in the pitcher must
have been froze mighty hard to stay all this
time.'