Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1868-11-04
The Force Of Imagination.

I Late one evening a couple of Irish
men stopped at a country inn and ask
ed for lodgings. The porter escorted
them to the door of their room, but
just as the travellers entered il the can
die was extinguished 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 resolved to go
to bed in the dark. In the middle Of
the night one of them awOke, and
after shaking his eomrade to awake
him, said:
Terrence, Pm as wake as "A vaeci-
mated kitten, for want of air. Get up
and open the window. The room il
as close as a patent coffin, and I'll die
if you don't get me air"
Terrence arose, grOped around the
room for a few minutes, then said:
i've found the window, but bad
luck to me if can bulge it. 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 remark
ed:
ooh, that refreshing air is invigor-
Gus. l feel better already. Out wild
couple more panes, glass is cheap, and
the landlord won't be angry whin
we're willin to pay for thin" >"
Terrence's stout brogan soon shatter-
ed 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 COM
paniOn, who had also expressed him
self refreshed by the current of fresh
air admitted through the broken glass.
Considerable time elapsed, andSa at
length tho travellers awOke. For thir-
ty minutes they lay in bed cOnvers-
ing, wondering why they could not
sleep.
"Surely it must be near mornin', for
1 don't feel bit sleepy" said Ter
renee.
"Morninr" echoed the other. sBy
the mortal, but it appears to me that
it's perpetual night in this part iv the
In few minutes more they heard
knock at the door, and the travellers
asked what was wanting.
''It's twelve O'Clock, !" answered the
porter opening the door and entering
the room with a candle in his hand
" Aren't you going to get up at all ?'
"Only twelve o'clock !" exclaimed
Terrence. "Why, I thought it must
be at least five. What DIVE mean by
rOusing us up in the middle of the
night? Do the people in these parts
get up at midnight?n
NO but they get up at breakfast
time"
"Thin why didn't you wait until
breakfast time before you disturb us2''
Because it's hours after breakfast
time now-in fact, it's just the dinner
hour"
''Get out, or I'll throw me brogan at
ye. What a barefaeed liar We must be
to say it's dinner time before it's day.
light. The candle in yer hand makes
liar of ye."
"Ho! hal hap said the porter
chuckled with the exuberanee of de
light. "NO wonder we think it isn't
daylight, for there's no window in this
room to let in light"
mn hhett uAu blCeih last AiiShb.
Terrence asked, looking around the
room in astonishment. His eyes at
last alighted ON the bookcase, the
glass doors of which presented dilap-
itated appearance. "Be the powers
jerry" he added, addressing his COM
rade, ''whin L thought was smashin'
the windy, / was only breaking the
glass in the bookcase. But it did ye
a power iv good, for We sed ye felt the
fresh air revivin' We"