Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1868-07-24
The Force of Imagination.

Late one evening couple of Irishmen
stopped at a country Inn and asked for
lodgings. The porter escorted them to
the door of their room, but just as the
travellers entered it the candle was extin-
guished by the wind from the door as it
closed behind them. The porter had
already returned to the bar-room, and
after vainly cropping on the mantle-piece
in search of matches, the travellers re-
solved to go to bed in the dark. In
the middle of the night one Of them
awoke, and after shaking his comrade to
arouse him, said
Terrence, I'm as awake as vacci-
mated kitten, for want of air. Get up and
open the window. The room is as close
as patent coffin, and I'll die if you don't
get me air"
Terrence arose, CROPPED around the room
for few minutes, then said:
give found the window, but bad luck
to me if | can bulge it. I can't move it
aither up or down."
"Then knock a couple Of panes out
wild yer shoe, and we'll pay for them in
the morning." said the sick man.
Terrence did as directed. After two
crashes were heard by the man in bed
he seemed to recover, for he remarked:
ooh, that refreshing air is invigorating.
feel better already. Out wild couple
more panes, glass is chape, and the land
lord won't be angry whin we're willin to
pay for thim."
Terrence's stout brogan soon shattered
the remaining panes, and the weak man
recovered his exhausted strength so soon
thereafter that in ten minutes more he
was enjoying his slumbers, undisturbed
by the snores of his companion, who had
also expressed himself refreshed by the
current of fresh air admitted through the
broken glass;
Considerable time elapsed, and at length
the travellers awoke. For thirty minutes
they lay in bed conversing, wondering
why they could not sleep.
"Surely it must be near mornin', for
| don't feel a bit sleepy" said Terrence.
"Mornin' !" echoed the other. "By the
morthial, but it appears to me that it's
perpetual night in this part iv the world. u
In a few minutes more they heard a
knock at the door, and the travellers asked
what was wanted.
cts twelve o'clock" answered the por.
ter, opening the door and entering the
room with candle in his hand" Aren't
you going to get up at all ?"
"Only twelve o'clock p exclaimed Ter
renee. "Why, I thought it must be al
least five. What dye mean by rousing us
in the middle Of the night? Do the PEG
pie in these parts get up at midnight?"
| "No, but they get up at breakfast time.
"Thin why didn't we wait until break
fast time before you disturbed us?"
because it's hours after breakfast time
now-in fact, its just the dinner hour"
"Get out, or I'll throw me brogan at We
What barefaced liar we must be to say
it's dinner time before it's daylight. The
candle in yer hand makes a liar of YET"
"Ho ha hal" and the porter chuckled
with the exuberance of delight. enc
wonder we think it isn't daylight, fol
there's no window in this room to let in
light"
"Thin what did I break last night p
Terrence asked, looking around the room
in establishment. His eyes at last alighted
on the book case, the glass doors of which
presented a dilapidated appearance. "Bt
the powers, jerry. he added, addressing
his comrade, swim I thought / was
smashin' the windy, was only breakin
| the glass in the bookcase. But it did W
power iv good, for We sed We felt the
| fresh air revivin' ye"
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