The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1861-02-14

coming, and before two hours had gone
by | was whizzing on ny way to town to
carry cut that resolve My choicest NOR
sci of wardrobe should lie offered at the
shriue of May Stevens.
g L had absented myself on the plea of
a sudden memory ofa business neglected,
and faithfully promised Carrie aud Net
tie that the next day should sec me down
at liyatt's again, to stay the one month
that May Stevens, the wonderful, was
about to pass with them.
1.-The lacking of brain that day to cre-
ate grand ensemble of costume-somc-
thing beyond all criticism, that should at
the first glance strike the beholder with
silent admiration-wa indeed terrible
The labor of writing Paradise Lost was
nothing to it,
sit was early in the day when ar
rived at my city-rooms, and for six hours
dressed and re-dressed, compared and
rejected aud selected and at the end of
that had laid out those portions Of my
wearable goods in which had decided
to make my first appearance before May
Stevens
1t wanted still several hours to sunset.
Having got safely through the great OBJ
Iiect ot MY visit, thought it would not
be bad idea for me to take the last
train and return the same night to
Hyatt's, instead OF remaining over till
morning. No sooner sad than done. |
packed my habiliments and away / went.
Whizzing and putting over an uuinter.
esting road is provocation of sleep. So
| found it when the shades of evening
fell for to the best of my recolections,
| was in the very midst of a dream, in
Which May Stevens, attired in book mus
lin and pale blue, appeared in purple
cloud, and admiriDgly inquired who my
tailor vas? just as | was about toiufUrm
her, there came crash, and for a mo,
ment | was not certain whether it was
the cloud that had exploded, or myself
had torn some portion of my apparel that
was overstrained. 1t required but mo-
mcnt to awaken me to the fact that both
presumptlons were wrong. 1t was our
train-2 :26-thet had run off the track,
smashing things generally, and spilling
the contents of several baggage cars along
the road, TO say nothing Of frightening
half a hundred passengers into condi-
ton of lunacy. This was pretty state
OF things, and to make matters worse, |
was eight miles from nv destination,
though, as it afterwards appeared not
mile from the next village where | heard
it cauvaSscd, a tavern, supper, and beds
could be bad
" was disposed to make myself agree
able, and accordingly rendered all the as
s'stance in my power to unprotected fe-
males, for which got my reward on ar
irving at the haven cf rcfuge-the prom
ised iavern--by being Informed that such
thing as a bed for the nj ght was an i'm
possible idea, and that with some twenty
more of the male gender, | must be cou-
tent with chairs, while the beds were APP
propriated to the gentler sex. Slightly
disgusted, | swallowed my supper and
looked out upon the night. 1t was
beautiful moonlight, and verging to ten
o'clock. BY Jove, would walk ovor to
| Hyatt s. No sooner said than done. -
Giving my carpet bag into the hands of
the landlord with the most emphatic
charges for its safety and punctual dellv-
cry at Hyatt's next morning at my cx-
pense, | set forth. Eight mil s is tri-
/ fe, and just as my watch marked the
] j Il I lo L.,
that led to the house. They were early
folks at the farm-early to bed and early
up. | walked around the house trying
each door aud every one was fastened.
1t was of no consequcnce-.-my bed room
window looked out upon the roof of the
piazza ; | would rot disturb the house by
knocking a bit IF climbing would do the
business, and should the window be fast
encd | would tap and awaken Horace,
who was my room mate and bed fel ow
The thing was executed as soon as thought
of, and placing my hand on the window
which yielded, in an instant ] stood III
my own room. by the moonlight that
streamed in. saw that the bed was &C.
cuped, and by the heavy breathing |
knew that Horace was in heavy sleep
| would not, therefore, awaken him, bu,
save the story of my mishap for the fol-
lowing day. With this resolution | Slip
ped quietly into bed, and in three min
utes was obllvious. What ought | to
have dreamed that na~A? But shall
not anticipate. / lay facing the windows
as the sun peeped up above the distant
hill and scattered the grey mists of the
morning. My bedfellow was breathing
heavily but it was bread daylight, and
there was no sleep for me, So | deternin-
ed Horace should wake up and hear the
story OF the railroad breakdown l turn
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