The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1865-03-08

geese wings on their backs?"
Gland sakes, Mr.. Pollard! them
csrnishes, and the pijgsns is angels; and
you'll sbligs me by calling me Margare
in the fixture"
"Why, l didn't know that was your
name p cried Mr. Pollard in wsnder.
Peggy is the vulgar fen Margaret
SIR"
"Sho wall, declare live and learn 7
"Do take yeur feet frsm eff that cite
man, and dent lean your head against the
paper hanging. Like enough its greasy
Shouldn't wender. Pork packing is
rather greasy business"
"Mr. Pollard, if you'll never allade to
your business again, I'll be thankful. It's
vulgar to bring hsms your shop with
you.
Why, who has brought enc homer
"Do be mere careful, Mr.. Pollard
ysuv'e smashed the varnish off from that
teaty teta, and new yeu'r bobbing your
head against the new chanticlesr."
"I'll gs to bed, that's what I'll do, and
see whether I can't have peace. haint
allowed to touch nething here
Mr.. Pollard put his threat into excep-
ten, but his wife fel;swsd him closely
up the stairs.
s'Mind the stair carpet, Mr. Pollard
there. I knew itl'' cried she, as Nehemiah
caught his feet in the binding, stumbled,
and fell thump, entirely to the fee: Of the
stairs, breaking the hall glass and tearing
his ceat skirt entirely of. ~
He picked himself up with muttered
expletive and gained his chamber. The
Servant had already lighted the gas and
opened the register.
"Creatisn p cried Mr. P, ''its hotter
than the tropics. Hsw de yen fix this
darned thing, Peggy, to cool it eff"
"I don't know cried his wife, I'll
ring for Jane
"The deuce you will,' said Mr.. Pollard,
glancing at his scant attire, "yeu GO to
bed-I'll manage it. I'll set the siak
over the hole, and that'll keep the heat
out. All right"
"Pat out the gas said his wife, frep
the bed.
''Put cut the dickensl" cried her hus-
band, angrily ''here I've blowed and
blowed till I'm fit to bust, and the cen
founded thing only dances away the fas-
teri 1 cant snuff it out neither.
wouldn't give taller dip fer a million
Of these jiggers."
Turn it off," advised Mrs. Pollard.
"Turn it, indeed; whsrsll you turn it
to. wender? Ha, I have done it'll l
have switched it cut with nay osat
sleeve p
"Well, don't get ints bed with ysur
hands smut:y; wash EN-; there's hot an d
cold water, you know. Such eonve-
nienee."
Jupiter Ammsai I've tosk the skin
off frsm that hand Why, the water.
bling Til try the cela-zsunds, how
it smartsW and Autteriag to himself
Mr.. Pollard completed his ablution and
got into bed.
Seme tine in the night Mrs. Pellard
aweke. She felt chilly and damp-She
put cut her hand and felt emily waterl
sThe lord of nercyl'' screamed she
"wake up, Miah there's foed ! its go
clean up to eur cham bsr, and we shall al
be drowned to DEATH Git up and light
| lightl'
Mr.. Pollard jumped out with louc
alssh, then jumped in, then eat again
propelled by a vigorous kick frsm hi
better half.
"What in the creation Is it? cried he
dashing about in the vain attempt to fnt
his clothes. ''Ah, it has just struck me
l didn't fix that water spout right after
! washed nay hands; remember could n
step it frsm running. Csnfsund the con
vsnieneel And there amt no matehe
nor candle! Wall, I can 6na my way
I'll go dewn to the kitchen and get pal
and pail us cut"
He reached the tsp Of the stairs safely
took step forward, and brought up i
the hall below on his head, which felt q
if the whole cotton faetery had set up il
machinery inside of it.
Directly he recovered himself and pr,
ceeded on his way. He went into tt
kitchen, found the pail, and turned
90 back. The door was fast He pulle
, and kicked it with all his might, but
only wasted his strength. Then he r
membered that all the doors in the hou
had spring locks, and he had neglsete
to take out the key when he came in, s
!, of course, he was prisoner
Pollard was mad. It was bad snsus
to be washed through with prospect
e getting Immediately dried, but to star
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