Des Arc weekly citizen., 1868-11-03
The Force of imagination.

men stopped at a country inn and ask ed for lodgings. The porter escorted them to the door7of their room, bu just as the travellers entered it the can dle was extinguished by the wind from the door as it closed behind them. Int porter had already returned to the bar. room, and, after vainly groping on the mantle piece in search of matches, the travellers resolved 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 vaccin- atsd kitten, for want of air. Get up and open the window. The room is as close as a patent coffin, and I'll die if you don't get me air" e @@
 Terrence arose, groped around the room for few minutes, and then said i:
 i've found the window, but bad luck to me if can budge it. cant move 1t aither up or down."
 Then knock a couple of panes out wid yer shoe, and we'el pay for them i'll the morning." said the sick man.
 Terrence did as directed. After two crashes were heard by the man in ped he seemed to recover, for he remarked 1:
 "Oh, that fresh air is invigorating. I feel better already. Out wid couple more pancs, glass is cheap, and the landlord won't be angry whin we're willing to pay for thim."
 Terrence's stout brogan soon shatter- ed the remaining pancs, and the weak man recovered his exhausted strength more he was enjoying his slumbers, undisturbed by the snores of his com panion, who had also expressed him self refreshed by the current of fresh air admitted through the broken glass.
 Considerable time elapsed, and at length the traveller awoke. For thirty minutes they lay in bed conversing, wondering why they could not sleep.
 Surely it must be near mornin," for l don't feel bit sleepy" said Ter renee.
 'Mornin." echoed the other. By the morthial, but it appears to me that it's perpetual night in this part iy the world.'
 In a few minutes more they heard a knock at the door, and the travellers asked what was wanted.
 Its l2 o'clock" answered the DOT ter, opening the door, and entering the room with candle in his hand Aren't you going to get up at all ?'
 "Only F o'clock P exclaimed Ter. renee. Why, thought it must be st least ,. What dye mean by rousing us in the middle of the night? Do the people in these parts get up at mid- night?"
 "No, but they get up at breakfast time"
 ''Tbin why didn't ye wal, until breakfast time before ye disturbed us?
 Because it's hours after breakfast time now-in fact, it's just the dinner hour.'
 ''Get out or I'll throw me brogans at ye. What barefaced liar ye must be to say it's dinner time before it's day light. The candle in yer hand makes liar of ye"
 "Ho ha! hap and the porter chuck led with the exuberance of delight. No wonder ye think it isn't daylight, for there's no window in this room to lot In light"
 "Thin what did break last night?" Terrence asked, looking around the room in astonishment. His eye at last alighted on the bookcase, the glass; doors of which presented dilapidated appearance. Be the powers, Jerry," he added, addressing his comradc, "whin I thought was smashin' the windy, was only breakin tho glass in the book case. But it did ye power iv good Jerry, for ye sed ye felt the fresh air revivin ye."