Weekly Trinity journal., 1867-12-21
WEEKLY TRINITY JOURNAL.
"A Woman's Curiosity Satisfied, for Once.


A certain lodge of l. o. o. F. determined to
have their lodge-room done up clean and nice
it was resolved unanimously that Mrs. X. should
be employed to do this job
After the meeting adjourned the guardian.
who knew the inquisitive character of Mrs. K,
procured billy-goat and placed him in a closet
that was kept reservoir for the secret things
He then informed the lady of the wishes of the
lodge, and requested her to come early next
morning, as he would then be at leisure to show
her what was and what was not to be DONE
Morning came, and with it Mrs. K, with her
brooms, brushes, tubs, etc., prepared and armed
for the job, and found the guardian waiting for
her.
Now, Madame" said he 81 will inform you
what we want done, and how we came to employ
you. The brothers said it difficult to get
anybody to do the job and not be meddling with
the secrets in that little closet we have lost the
key and cannot find it to lock the door. | as
sured them that you could De depended on.
Depended on !' she said, % guess can
My poor dead and gone husband, who belonged
to the Free Masons, or Anti-Masons, | don't
know which, used to tell me all the secrets, and
when he showed the marks the grid-lron
made when he was initiated and told me how
they fixed poor Morgan, | never told living
soul to this day. If nobody troubles your closet
to find out your secrets till do, they II lay there
till they rot-they will"
I" thought so said the guardian, 'iand now
| want you to commence in that corner and give
the whole room decent cleaning and | have
pledged my word and honor for your fidelity to
your promise. Now, don't 60 into that closet p
and then left the lady to herself.
No sooner had she heard the sound of his feet
on the last step of the stairs, then she ex-
claimed;
"Dont co into that closet Why what on
earth can there be in that closet? I'll warrant
there Is pig, gridiron, some nonsense, just
like the Anti-Masons, for all the world, I'll be
bound. will just take one peep, and nobody
will be any the wiser, as | can keep it to my
self.''
Suiting the action to the word, she stepped
lightly to the forbidden closet turned the but
ton, which no sooner done, then d" bah - went
the billy-goat, with spring to regain his liber
ty, which came nigh upsettng her ladyship.
Both started for the door, but it was filled with
implements of house-eleaning, and all were
swept clear from their position down to the bot
tom of the stairs.
The noise and confusion occasioned by such
unceremonious coming down stairs, drew half
the neighborhood to witness Mrs. NJ. s efforts to
get from under the goat and pile of tubs, brooms
and brushes, in the street. Who should be the
first one on the spot but the rascaIly door-keep-
er, who, after releasing the goat, which was a
cripple for life, and uplifting the other rubbish
iously inquired if she had been taking the de-
grees
Taking the degrees ~ exclaimed the lady
" if you call tumbling from the top to the bot
tom of the stairs, with the devil after We, taking
things by degrees, l have them and if We
frighten folks as bad as ye have me, and hurt to
boot, I'll warrant they II make as much noise as
| did,
81 hope you did not open the closet, madam"
said the door-keeper.
Open the closet Eve ate the aDple she was
forbidden. If you want woman to do any
thing, tell her not to do it, and she ii do it GER
tain. | could not stand the temptation. The
secret was there-I wanted to know it. I OPEN
ed the door and out popped the tarnal crtter
right into my face. thought the devil had me,
and broke for the stairs with the devil butting
me at every jump. | fell over the tub and got
down stairs as you found us-all in a henp.'
8. But, madam" said the door-keeper, you
are in possession of great secret of the Order, |
and must go up and be initiated, sworn, and ride
the goat in the regular way"
"Regular " way ~ exclaimed the lady, 'and
do you suppose m going near that tarnal place |
again and ride that critter without bride and
ladys saddle? No, never | don't want any
thing to do with the man that rides it. I'd look |
nice perched on a billy-goat, wouldn't |? No, |
never I'll never go nigh it again your hall |
either. If can prevent it, no lady shsll ever
join the Odd-Felows. Why, I'd sooner be
Free Mason, and be broed on gridiron as long
as fire could be kept under it, and pulled from
garret to cellar with halter, in pair of old
breeches and slippers, just as my poor, dear
husband was And he lived over it, too, but I
never could live over such another ride as took
to-day"