The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1867-11-08

prison, and carefully locking her in, he
stationed little red-headed youth at
the front door steps to attend to callers,
and also see that Mrs. p, did not escape !;
and then betook himself to restaurant
for his dinner, and after dispatching
that, he hurried off to his Office, and
was soon engrossed in business.
About the middle of the afternoon,
our young sentinel rushed into the of
fee, and exclaimed, never stopping to
take breath:
"Mr. Pepper had better run home
just as fast as he can, for that woman
what is shut up be making an awful
racket, and she be tearing around there,
and rattIing things the distressedest
kind; and if she haint splitting up
something or other, then don't know
what splitting be-"
Without waiting to hear more, Mr..
Pepper seized his hat and hurried off
home at most undignifed pace.
Opening the hall door, he stole up
stairs as carefully as possible, and ap-
plying his eye to the key hole, he be-
held sight which made him fairly boil
with rage.
Mr.. Pepper was sitting in front of the
fire place, reading his old love letters.
The one she was engaged in perusing
at that particular moment, was from a
Miss Primrose, who, it appeared, had
once looked favorably on the suit of
Mr.. Pepper; but more dashing lover
appearing on the scene, Miss Polly sent
him letter of dismissal, promising her
undying friendship, and accompanying
the same with lock Of hair and some
walnut meats.
But it was not the love letter alone
that made P. SO outrageous. He had
been something of traveller in his day,
and had collected great many cur
iosities in his rambles in cupboard in
the very room where he had confined
his wife, and she had got at them.
She had split up an elegant writing
desk with his Indian battle axe, in or
der to have a fire, as the day was rath
er chilly. In one corner of the fire.
place was Mr.. Peppers best beaver, fill
ed up with old love letters.
On a small table, close to Mr.. P. was
beautiful fiat china dish, filled with
bears oil, in which she had sunk Mr..
P.'s best satin cravat, and having fired
one end of it, it afforded her sufficient
light for her labors-for Mr.. P. had
closed the blinds, for the better securi-
ty of the prisoner.
On some Goals in front of the fire,
was Mr. P.'s silver christening bowl, in
which Mrs. P. was popping corn, which
she ever and anon stirred with the fd-
die bow meanwhile, occasionally punch
ing the fire with the fiddle-for Mr.. P.
had with commendable foresight, re-
moved the shovel and tongs. @
Mr.. Pepper continued to peep
through the key hole until he had OBJ
tanned a pretty correct idea of what was
going on within. Never was Pepper
so fired as he. He shook the door, but
it was securely fastened within and re-
sisted all his efforts to open it. He or
dered Mrs. Pepper to open it or take
the consequence; it is to be presumed
that she preferred the consequences.
Mr.. P. darted down the stairs like a
mailman "I must put stop to this,
or l shall not have rag of clothes to
my back"
''Procuring a ladder, he began to
mount to the window; but Mrs. P. was
not to be taken so easily. She knew
that he had left the door unlocked, for
she had examined as soon as he left,
but she had no idea of letting him have
the benefit of her fire; so, hastily seiz-
ing several bottles of cologne, she threw
the contents upon the fire, and in a few
minutes had the satisfaction of seeing
it entirely extinguished. That duty
performed, she stationed herself in
convenient position outside the door, to
hear every thing that transpired with
in.
In few minutes, Mr.. Pepper was
safely in the apartment and as soon
as he had closed the window, he stood
bolt upright in the middle of the room,
and said in deep voice:
"Jezebel come forthp
No answer.
'Jade! do you think to escape!"
Still no response. Mr.. Pepper be-
gins to feel uneasily and hastily COM
mences to search the room, but had
not proceeded far, when he hears a
slight litter somewhere in the vicinity
of the door. He listens moment, and
it is repeated. Darling to the door, he
attempts to open it, but finds himself
prisoner. There is but one more
chance, he thinks, and burries to the
window, but alas for Mr.. Pepperl his
wife has just removed the ladder and
he cannot escape.
He sits down on chair and looks
ruefully around him, and presently he
arises and picks up few fragments of
a letter which is lying on the carpet,
and finds it from Polly Primrose. He
wonders what she has done with the
lock of hair.