Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1865-11-11

What is more, she does not insist upon
having new silk dress every week, nor
burst into tears if I utter crude and
naughty words. The fact is, If there
be one think like more than another,
it is to have my wife visit her mother"
.AFunny Adventure.
CT never attended but one temper
ance lecture" said our friend B,
with a peculiar smile, "and I don't
think / shall ever attend another"
You probably found it dry ?"
"Well, yes-but that isn't it. The
lecture was well enough, but / got into
such an awful scrape after it was over,
that 1 never think of temperance with
out shudder. I'll tell you all about
it,"
what of stranger, and the night was
one of the worst of the season. Boreas
how it blew 1t was enough to take
ones breath away. Well, the lecture
was over, and making my way through
the crowd, fingered at the door con-
templating the scene, when somebody
suddenly thrust an arm in my own, and
chung to me with bear-like hug.
"Where have you been ?" said the
sweetest voice in the world; 81 have
been looking everywhere for you"
Very much to my surprise, / turned
and saw-but / can't describe her. 1t
makes me sad to think how prodigieus-
w pretty she was With her left hand
she leaned on my arm, while with her
right she was arranging her veil, and
| did not notice my surprise.
IS You. have been looking for me ?"
eyes, and now let's be going;" was
her reply, pressing my arm.
! "A thrill went to my heart. What to
make of my lady's address I did not
know--but to accompany her. We
started off in the tempest, the nose OF
which prevented any conversation. At
| length she said with scream:
"Put your arm around me, or shall
blow away -
need not describe to you my sensa-
ton as / pressed her to my side and
hurried on. 1t was very dark; nobody
saw us; and, allowing her to guide my
steps, L followed her motions through
two or three short streets, until she
stopped before an elegant mansion.
"Have you your key ?" she asked.
"My keyw I stammered, there
must be some mistake.
As she opened the door, I stood ready
to bid her good night, or to have some
explanation, when, turning quickly, she
said:
"How queer you act to-night-ain't
you coming in p"
There was something very tempting
in the suggestion. Was / going in p
A warm house and pretty woman
were certainly objects of consideration,
and it was dreary to think of facing the
driving storm, and seeing her no more.
1t took me three-quarters of a second
to make up my mind, and / went.
There was dim light III the hall, and
as my guide ran rapidly up stairs, why
/ could do no better than run mp too
/ followed her into very dark room.
"Lock the door, john" she said.
Now, as if / were the only John In the
world, thought she knew me. l felt
for the key, turned it in the lock with
out hesitation, wondering at the same
time what was coming next. Then an
awful suspicion of some horrid trick
flashed upon my mind / had often heard
of infatuated men being lured to their
on the point of opening the door when
my lady struck light. Then, to my
dismay, / discovered that was In bed
room along with a strange woman. L
said something don't know what it
was /; but the lady lighted lamp, look
ed, stared at me an instant, turned as
white as a pillow case. and screamed;l {
'Who are you How came you here?
Go, quick leave the room thought
You were my husband !" and covering
her face with her hands, she sobbed
Historically.
1 was nearly petrifed. OF course /
was as anxious to leave as she was to
have me but in my confusion, instead
of going ont at the door 1 came in at, /
walked into a closet, and before could
rectify my error there came a thunder
ing at the hall door.
The lady's real husband had come,
and she flew to let him in. Well aware
that it would be of no use to try to get
out of the house any other way than
that in which had entered it, and con-
WINGED of the danger of meeting the
man, who might fall into the vulgar
weakness of being jealous, ] was trying
to collect my scattered senses in the
darkness, when the wrathful husband
burst into the room followed by mad
am. The light was extinguished, and
while she was searching for friction
match, the gruff voice raved and storm
ed, Jealous and revengeful
al know he is here, I saw him come
in the house with you You locked the
door I'll have his heart out-where is
hep"
s'Hear met hear mel I will explain"
urged the LADY.
As was listening to hear the explana-
ton, the husband walked plump against
me, and at the same moment the light
appeared.
"Well, B." we cried, deeply in
terested, for we knew that every word
of his story was true, show did you get
out of the scrape?"
81 used violent remedy for so vio-
lent complaint. Driven into corner
my life in danger-perceiving at
glance that Othello was not so strong as
I was, 1 threw myself upon him, fell
with him, and held him there until /
had given him a full exp lanation of the
error, made him hear reason, and tanned
him to be gentle as lamb. Then /
left, rather unceremoniously, and have
never seen Othello or Desdemona
since" ~