The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1862-06-11

what the lady that owns It will say, when Oh,
opens ours and inds the pistols
Every well ior you to laugh shout" growleC
the Captain; but it's no joke Tor me to lose m!
pistols. Hair triggers-best Englieh make. snt
gold mounted. There arnt finer pair in Amer
/ ica"
"oh, wen fnd 'em. Wen go on pilgrim
age from house to house, asking If any lady
there had lost night,cip and found pair o
duelng pistols"
In very good spirits the party crossed the rv
er, and inquired at the baggage room in refer
ence to each and all black leather travelling bags
arrived that day, took notes Of where they were
cent, and set out TO follow them up. In du,
time they reached the Continental, and as luck
would have il, met the unhappy bridal pair just
coming down stairs In charge of the policeman
"what's all this?" inquired the Captain.
"0h couple of burglars, caught with valise
full of stolen property"
"A valise-- what kind of n valise 2"
a bl,ck leather valse That's il there"
Here Stop - Halo Policeman Land
lord It's all right. You're all wrong That's
my vsiise. It's all mistake. They got chang
ed at the depot. This lady and gentleman are
INNOCENT. Here's their vslise with her night cap
in it,
Great was the laughter, multifarious the com
meu's, aud deep the interest of the crowd in all
this dialogue, which they appeared to regard as
delightful entertainment, got up expressly for
their amusement.
"Tben you say this ere Is yourn !" said the
policeman, relaxing his hold on the bridegroom
and confronting the Captain.
"Yes, it's mine"
And how did you come by the spoons'"
"spoous, you jackanapes said the Captain
" Pistols duelllng pisto'sl"
:" Do you call these pistols9" said the police
man, holding up one OF the silver spoons marked
"T B."
The Captain astounded, gasped, "It's the
wrong vase again after ALL"
" stopl. Notso fast" said the police function
airy, now invested with great dignity by the i'm.
port2pce of the affair he found himself engaged
in. lfso be as how you've got this ere hdy's
valise, she's all right, and can go. But in that
paSe, this is yourn, and it comes to you to an.
count for them ARE stolen spoons Have to
take you in charge, all four of ye"
Why, you impuden, scouudrel roared the
Captain Iii see you in -. wish had my
pistols here, I'd teach you how to insult gem
temen! ~ shaking his fist.
The dispute wAXed fast and furious. The out
sders began to take part in it, and there is no
telling how 1t would have ended, hsd not an ex-
ploson, followed by heavy fa!l and a scream,
of pain, been heard in an adjoining room.
The crowd rushed to the scene OF the new at
traction.
The door was ias.. II was soon burst open,
and the mystery explained. The thet who had
carried off the Captains valise by mistake for
his own, had taken it up to his room, and open
ed it to gloat over the booty he supposed it TO
In SO doing he touched one of the hair triggers,
and the pistol had gone off, and the bullet MAX
ing round hole through the side of the valise
and corresponding round hole in the calf of
his leg.
The wounded rascal was taken in charge first
by the policeman, and then by the doctor and
the duellists aid the welded pair struck up
friendship on the score of their mutual mishsps
which eliminated in supper, where the fun was
abundant aud where it would be hard to say
which was in the best spirits - the cap ain for
recovering his pistols, the bride for getting her
niRht-cap, the bridegroom for escaping the sta
zion. bouse, or the duelists for eacnping each
other. All resolved to mark that day with a
white stone," and hcncelorth TO mark their
names on their black travelling bags with white
letters.
MoRAL-Go thou and do likewise.