Daily Democrat and news. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1859-1864, 1860-06-06
A Night in New Orleans.

Printers tell many queer, quaint,quiz-
zical, and sometimes, startling stories ;
and while they do great deal in that
way for the mere fun Of the thing, it is
not to be supposed that they are always
joking always j,bbing it, merely for
the sake Of raising laugh, or creating
wonder. In their numerous fittings they
mingle with many strange people, see
many strange sights, and often encoun-
ter perlls which to many would appear
incredible We will relate a little sto-
~ which was heard from the lips of a
,.pcar fellow now dead and gone:
Ia the year 49,; we wcrc assisting IN
the editorial department Of daily paper
which was published in one of the small
cities of New York. One night-or
rather morning, (for editors, reporters
and printers are compelled to keep all
sorts of hours,) after the forms were
locked up, and everything was ready
for final adjournment to our respective
boarding houses, proposition was made
to visit nearby resi- aurant, for the
double purpose of having smoke and
refreshing the inner man with little
something good and pleasant to the pal
ate. Accordingly, we repaired to the
eating saloon, and while discussing the
good things before us, entertaining each
other BY relating our adventures by sea
and land.
"Did l ever tell Of that adventure l
had in New Orleans!" said Charley
Rodman, a gay, dashing, good looking,
and really gifted young man.
"Guess not.' was the general res
ponse.
swell. will you hear it now? p
Certainly" iel! from half dozen
lips.
"Wcll, then, l was working on a
morning paper in New Orleans, during
the winter Of -, and / was going
from the office to my boarding house,
about twelve o'clock one night, was
suddenly started by the abrupt and un-
expected appearance of a female, who
rushed before me aud threw herself
down in my path. l was just in the
light of \ street lamp at the time, and, las
the woman turned her face up to mine,
noticed that she was both young and
beautiful.
"Save me, sir save me )" she cried,
clasping my legs trantically.
"Savc you from what p demanded,
as raised her to her feet. 81 do not
see anything"
20, sir 5rutal-looking man was pur-
suing me, threatening my life and hon.
or % was the trembling, agitated reply.
My mother was taken sick, and / was
forced to 60 out for medicine, and that's
the way come in the streets at SO late
an hour. 1t couldn't be helped, sir
though | never was out SO late before
without company"
"Where do you live ?" I inquired,
fairly fascinated by the girls beautiful
face and soft voice.
mo. far from here, sir-on,y around
in the next street" said the girl; "but
| am so afraid l shall meet that man
again. ., sic! if you will only see me
safely home, l shall be deeply indebted
to YOU"
"Certainly I will" was the response
shut still, there don't appear to he any.
body in pursuit OF you now
At that moment heard tho chatter oil
feet down the street, and, turning my
face in that direction, saw man ap
preaching the spot where We were
standing, a. a rapid run. The CIR
looked in the same direction at the same
time did.
"Thcle he comes now" she exclaim
cd, in deep, fearful whisper, at the
same time tightly clutching me by the
arm. Suddenly turning away from me
the girl darted up the street.
stop, young lady !" I cried. II will
project you---you need not tear.
| That was rather loud promise, undeI
the circumstances, but didn't stop then
to consider what | said. The girl did
not hear me, but dashed on involontali'
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