The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1865-01-19

name" cried Mr.. Pollard in wonder.
Peggy is the vulgar for Margaret, sir"
"Sho wall, [ declare live and larn"
''Do take your feet off from that ottoman
and don't lean your head against the paper
hanging. Like enough it's greasy.
shouldn't wonder. Pork packing is
rather greasy business
"Mr. pallard, if you'll never allude to
your business again, I'll be thlnkfnl. It's
vulgar to bring home your shop with
you"
"Why, who has brought one home ?"
'Do be more careful, Mr. Pollard
you've smashed the varnish off from that
teaty tete, and now you're bobbng your
head against the chanticleer.
"Tll 90 to bed that's what I'll do, and
see whether l can't have peace. l han't
allowed to tuch nothing here"
Mr.. Pallard put his threat into exccu-
ton, but his wife followed him closely up
! the stairs.
Mind the stair carpet, Mr.. Pollard
there, L hemmcd it :" erie she, as Nehe-
mah caught his foot in the binding
stumbled, and fell thump entirely to the
foot of the stairs, breaking the hall glass,
and tearing his coat skirt entirely off.
\
He picked himself up with muttered
expletive, and gained his chamber. The
servant had already lighted the gas, and
opened the register.
Creation cried Mr. p, "it's hotter
than the tropics. How do you fix this
darned thing, Peggy, to cool it off ~
81 don't know cried his wife, III ring
for Jane"
"Thc deuce you viii" said Mr.. Pollard,
glancing at his scant attire, 'you go to
bed-I'll manage it. I'll set the sink over
the hole, and that III keep the heat out
All right"
''Put out the gas" said his wife from
the bed
Put out the dickens cried her hus-
band angrly-"hcre I've bowed and
blowed till | IN fit to burst, and the con-
founded thing only dances away the faster.
[ can't snuff it out neither [ woulden't
give taller dip for million of these
jiggers ~
"Turn it off," advised Mrs. Pollard.
"Turn it indeed whcre'll you turn it
to ?" | wonder? Ha I've done it I've
switched it ont with my sleeve !!
"Wan, don't git into bed with your
hands smutty; wash'em, there's hot and
cold water you know. Such conven-
ience"
"Jupiter Ammon I've took the skin
off from that hand Why the waters bill
ing . I'll try the cold--zounds! how 1t
smarts.' and mutterinS to himself, Mr.
Pollard completed his ablution and got in.
to bed.
Sometime in the night Mrs. Pollard
awoke. She felt chilly and damp. She
put out her hand and felt only water
''The lord of mercy screamed she
wake up Miah there's food its got
clean up chamber, and VIC shall all be
drowned to death? git up and light a
| light"
Mr. Pollard jumped out with loud
slosh, then jumped in, then out again
propelled by vigorous kick from his bet
ter half.
What in creation is it? cried he, dash
ing about in the vain attempt to find his
clothes. "Ah ah T. it's just struck me,
didn't fix that wa.cr-spout right after
washed my hands . | remember l couldn't
stop it from running. Confound the con
veniencc And there ain't no matche.
. nor candle. Wall, can find my way; II
90 down to the kitchen and get pail ant
bail us out
He reached the top of the stairs safely
took step forward and brought up in the
hall below on his head, which fell as il
the whole cotton factory had set up its
machinery inside of it.
Directly he recovered himself, and pre-
cecded on his way. He went into tht
kitchen, found the pail, and turned to GO
back. The door was fast. lie pulled
1 and kicked it with all his might, but h,
Il only wasted his strength. Then he re-
membered that all the doors in the hous,
had spring locks, and he had neglected t.
take out the key wben he came in, 50, o
q course he was prisoner.
Pollard was mad. 1t was bad enough
i to be washed through with prospect o
4 getting immediately dried, but to stant
= there on cold January night, with nC
garment but his robe de NUT, was littl,
( too mu"h.
i He hallooed and kicked and banged
y among the pots and kettles and tin pans
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