Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1860-04-12
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A NIGHT IN new ORLEANS.

e Printers tell many queer, quaint
! quizzical and sometimes startling
: stories; and while they do grea
deal ia that way for the mere ful
t of the. thing, it is not to be supposed
that they are always joking-alway'
iiibing it, merely for the sake Of rails
ing laugh, or creating wonder. II
their numerous fittings they mirgle
with many strange people, see many
strange sights, and often encounter
perils WHICH to many would appear
incredible.
We will relate lit,ls story which
we heard from the lips Of a poor
fellow now dead and gone.
In the year 1853 we were assisting
in the editorial department of a daily
paper which was published in one of
/ the small cities Of New York. One
night-or rather morning. for edit
0rs, reporters and printeis are com.
PEELED 10 keep oil sorts of hours. y
ialter the forms were locked up,
and every thing ready for final adj
.iournmeDt to our respective board
ing houses, proposition was made
to visit restaurant near by, fer the
double purpose of havinga smoke and
refreshing he inner man with little
something good aud pleasant TO the
palate. Accordingly, We repaired 10
the eating saloon, and while discuss
ing the good things before us, enter
tanned each other by relating our ad.
ventures by sea and land.
Did ] ever .elI Of that adventure
! bad in New Orleans?' said Charley
Rodman, a gay, dasbing, cookbook
ing, and really gifted young man.
Guess not!' was the general re-
sponse.
We'll, will you bear il noW?'
Certainly! fell from halfdozeu
lips.
well, then. | was working on a
moring paper in New Orleans, du.
ring The winter of 1850, and as | was
going from>ths o(ice to my boarding
house, about twelve o'clock one night,
/ vas suddenly startled by the alb
rupt and unexpected appearance Of a
female, who rushed before me and
threw herself down 10 my path. l
was just in the light Of the street
lamp at the time, and, as the woman
turned her face up to me, | noticed
she that was 10th young and beau
tiiul.
Save me, sirl save mel she cried,
clasping my legs frantieally, M
Save you from what?' | drman-
ded, as ] raised her 10 her feet. i
don't see anything
%, sirl a brutal looking man was
pursuing me, threatening my life and
honor!' was the trembling, agitated
reply. My mother was. taken sick
and | was forced to go out Tor
medicine, and that's The way came
in tbe streets also late an hour. II
ccudu't be helped, sir; though !
never vas out SO ate before without
company
Where do you liver l enqhi-
red, fairly fsscinated by the girl's
beautiful face and soft voice.
Not far from here. sir-only
around the next street, said the
girl; but ] am SO afraid that / shall
meet that man again. Oh, sir! If
you viii only see me safely home, ]
shall be deeply indebted to you.
sCerlairly | will, was the response;
but still, there don't appear to be
any body in pursuit Of you now
At that moment l heard the clat-
ter Of feet down the street, and,
turning my face in that direction,
saw man approaching. the spot
where we were standing, at a rapid
runa
The girl looked in the came di-
r;ect;on at The same time | did.
There he comes now she ex-
claimed, iu deep. fearful whisper,
mt the aame time tightly clutching
me by the arm.
Suddenly turning away from me
ihe girl dafted up the street.
Stop, young lady!' / cried. 4
will protect you--you need not fear!
ThatSwas rather loud promise,
under The circumstances, but | dida't
stop then to consider what ! said.
TIE girl did not heed me, but