The Buchanan County guardian. (Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1858-1864, 1860-04-25
A NIGHT In NEW ORLEANS,
AN EXCITING STORY.

Printers may tell 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
jokins-always jibing it, merely for the
sake Of raising laugh, or creating won
der. In their numerous fittings they
mingIe with many strange people, see
many strange sights, and often encoun-
ter perls which TO many would appear
incredible.
We will relate little story which we
heard from the lips of a poor fellow now
dead and gone.
In the year 49, we were assisting in
the editorial department of daily paper
which was published in one of the small
cities Of New York. One night--or rath.
er morning, (for editors. printers and
reporters 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 a
restaurant near by, for the double pur-
pose of having smoke and refreshing
the inner man with a little something
good and pleasant to the palate. Accord
ingly We repaired to the eating saloon,
and while discussing the good things be-
fore US, entertained each other by relat
ing our adventures by sea and land.
did | ever tell you that adventure
had in New Orleans 90 said Charley
Rodman. a gay, dashing. good looking,
and really gifted young man.
Guess not" was the general re-
sponse.
"Well. will you hear it now ?"
Certainly" fell from half-a dozen
lips.
Well, then. was working on a
morning paper in New Orleans. during
the winter Of -, and as | was going
from the Office TO my boarding house,
about twelve o'clock one night, l was
suddenly startled by the abrupt and un-
expected appearance of female. who
rushed before me and threw herself down
in my path. | was just in the light Of a
street lamp at the time, and as the wo-
tioed that she WAS both young and beau
tiful.
Save me, sir save me !" she cried
clasping my legs franlicaly.
Save you from what ?" demanded,
as l raised her to her feet Il don't see
anything"
90, sir a brutal looking man was
pursuing me, threatnins my life and hon
or y was the trembling, agitated reply.
My mother was taken sick. and ! was
forced 10 go out tor medicine. and that S
the way | come in the streets al SO late
an hour. 1t couldn't be helped. sir
though | never was out so late before
without company"
Where do you live - l inquired,
fairly fascinated by the girls beautiful
face and soft voice.
Not far from here, sir--only around
the next street." said the girl /; but |
am so afraid l shall meet that man again.
o, sir if you will only see me safely
home, | shall be deeply indebted to you. .
Certainly | will" was the response
g but still, there don't appear to be any
body in pursuit of YOU now
At that moment heard the clatter OF
feet down the street, and turning my face
in that direction, saw man approach
ing the spot where we were standing, at
a rapid run.
The girl looked in tho same direction
lat the same time | did.
" There he comes now," she exclaim
ed, 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 J! ! cried. I"
will protect you-you need not fear -
That Was rather a loud promise, under
the circumstances, but didn't stop ther
to consider what l said.
The girl did not answer me, but dash
ed on, and involuntarily followed il
her steps. After running couple o
blocks she stopped and looked back a
me. In few moments | reached he
side, and by that time the man was no
far behind Me.
You had better come in the house
sir - she said, neryously for ] an