Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1853-1862, 1860-09-23
LudicrOus sIuader of EEustIc--A Charm
ting COmedIenne Mistaken for a san gu n
GARY Bursla

LudicrOus ssIuader of n RustIc-.A Charm
tn< COmedIenne Mistaken for a SanIu. n
GARY Burglar.
Rather an amusing incident occurred night or
two since at the Spencer House, which, in consider
alton of the heroine of the hour, are prompted
to relate even at the expense Of entirely m 'rring
the story, told somewhat after this fashion:
A rather elderly and very nervous man, from the
rural regions, stopped at The Spencer, and. having
often heard that Cincinnati was a desperate place,
felt great fear lest he should be robbed nOtwith-
standing he had deposited his few valuables IN the
safe in the Office the very moment of his arrival.
At rather early hour he retired, but could not
rest with any degree of composure or comfort, be-
cause whenever he closed his eyes to sleep, he had
visions of robberies. burglaries and asSassinatOns
of countless varieties, and would start up. with
damp brow and trembling limbs, TO confront the
phantom of his own brain. For three mortal hours
our hero lay in an agony Of dOubt and at last could
not again close his 0rbs, many horrid shapes had
thrust themselves between their distended lids.
In this condition he heard some one in the adjOn-
ing apartment uttering words like these:
"Midnight has fallen on this silent sphere,
The deep, dresr hour arrived, that fits the soul
OF msn to snatch the dagger and the torch,
And murder spread with connsgraticn dire"
A grOan that the rustic could not repress escaped
his breast, and again his famished drank in the
solemn utterance:
Prepare thy'elt prede,tnsd man prepare
To meet the fate that awful hens the round
AS tho grave salis already hsd enclosed thee.
strn t, shrek Ne Not all thu powers Of Heaven
Can shut thee from thy doom. All hushd,
As plague upo the ravens wing"
A fearful pause. during which the imagined pre-
destin'd wretch" could hear his heart beat. The
voice ceased but a soft, wary, assassin-like step
creJt along the corridor.
The frightened fellow believed that in another
moment he would be lying with a stiletto in his
breast. Desperation gave him momentary cour-
age. He leaped from his couch, and drawing large
horse pistol from beneath his pillow, again bent his
ear to the key-hole The step was Immediately op-
FL. he 10 hot
in his own ROOM without an effort at self defense.
No, ne must make astruggle perhaps he could frus-
trate the deadly design.
In another moment he had pulled open the door,
and IN the corridor. He saw figure before
him; he did not pause to scan II closely, but think
ing if clasped it could not use weapons, he threw
his about the tergiye-sated form if he were
hugging Titanic giant.
4 little shrek escaped from the little figure in his
embrace, and little face beautiful though its alarm
and confusion. turned to this, a sweet all
trembling voice exclaimed.
Great Heaven! you would not harm me!'
The horse-pisiOl dropped: the mans arms fell
away as he exclaimed, slowly recovering his terri
fed senses; ''Why, you, you, are-ain't no burglar
er, nor, nor muI derer?"
IL? WHAT"
"Burgarer or murderer"
"Bless your soul, I'M
''Wlat, what, tell me what?'
Maggie Mitchell"
ilst. lltlle tlldl thVlN GUY
and chat all the young men fsli in love with?'
- dOn't know about that said &c ps'lC corle1i-
.las: now laughing in spite Of herself but lu
Maggie Mitchell. and no one else; at your service.
sir;' accompanying the words with "katie
-hIal' courtesy that was quite inimitabc.
&C beautiful Miss, l beg a thousand. thousand
rHrlons and the coUHtryman fell on his knees be
fore The arch and pretty damsel 70 ask her pardon.
With her quick Intelligence, she saw at once how
he had been made, and retreated laughing to
FER apartment.
She had been reading from scme tragedy, OF which
species of drama she is very fond, We understand
after her return from the theatre, and being unable
to sleep and restless had concluded to wall up and
down the the hall for a mjDlte or two 10 quiet her
nerves and calm her mind, preparatory 20 rein ing
for the night. lr this laudable purpose Maggie had
been mistaken for a burglar, and narrowly escaped
the contents Of horse pistol But all's we'll that
ends we'll and what is not tragedy, proves often
as in this in lance. pleasant farce.
There is something droll in the idea Of surprising
the pretty little Maggie burglar, vastly more so.
even. than mistaling "0liTer twist for house
breaker. The damage she viii do-her admirers
think-wll be to hearts nos houses; her cruelty be
felt through the gentle avenues love, not through
the fatal bullet and the sahbins stcel.tiRcanqti
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