Des Arc weekly citizen., 1868-05-09

1 HIS Huuus III HIS poShStS, "hiSpihS iof purest joy, like an asthmatic bull-frog.
 As stood there contemplating the starry brilliancy of the sky, and the spotless whiteness of the earth in a pensive reverie, there started out from the corner of the house, and the shad Low of an old pear-tree, a young man, who stood still and confronted me.
 I gave one little yelp of terror and started back, staring with all my might. And no wonder, for the young man was tall as q telegraph-pole, and robed in sombre black and his countenance was livid, albeit handsome, with two blazing black eyes, and shock of tar black hair.
 "Oh! let me not startle you, pretty one,' said this remarkable phenome- non, in deep and husky bass; 'had l a heart for falsehood formed, I never could injure thee! Do you take board- CTS in your house?"
 The jerking audiences with which this question was put, and the peculiar style of his two previous remarks, left me gasping like stranded fish, and utterly unable to reply.
 "And still she gazed," said this tall young man, rapidly, with violent sweep of one arm; "and still the won- der grew! Tell, oh tell me, fairest maiden, do you keep boarders p
 l found my tongue at last.
 sIfyoull step in, sir" 1 said, un- latching the gate, "I'll see. We do take boarders occasionally; but you must speak to my mother"
 "Ohi thou hast beeA the cause of this anguish, my mother," chanted the tall young man, striding through. 'Pro- ceed, bright vision! I follow whither- soever thou leadest."
 Really this young gentleman's style of conversation was remarkable, to say the least of it. I opened the door in considerable trepidation, and ushered him into the maternal presence.
 sMadam, salute thee, To te salutel !" said the seeker after lodgings, laying his hand on his heart and lowing low 1; "lhis fair creature, your daughter, perceive, informs me you take board- CTS. Madam, madam, may l have that honor?' ~
 l "Goodness me, Lucinda, my dcar!' cried ma, Jumping back, and dropping her balls and needles in paroxysm of terror and dismay.
 Fear not, fear not, fairest beingl" said the gentleman, in shrill, chant ing voice, and trlnstfxing mc with his wild, black eyes. q know not, l ask not if quilts in thy heart; I know l want lodgings whatever thou art. Answer me quickly!" getting excited, 'sand answer me truly, minion, wilt thou, or wilt thou not?"
 Then it all flashed upon me-the tall young gentleman was mad He look ed like Lara, or the Corsair, good deal; but didn't care for my ideal just then, and would have given year of my life to see Mir. Mounterville's ilorid complexion and sandy whiskers beaming on mo through the door. l had heard that q lunatic, and i danger ous one, had escaped out of an asylum in the next town, and was supposed to be hiding in the pinewoods. And here he was, glaring upon me with flaming black eyes, and towering up, a ! axf,aaaI ,r;ont tn fha ratlinn
 "Sreak r cried our terrible visitor, advancing step toward me, "speak, or, by the stars above, I'll tear thy per- l jured soul from out thy craven carcase and fling it to the four winds of heav- en! Wretch. miscreant! base min ion P with howl and a hop nearer me. ''this night shalt thou pay the pen alty of thy crime; this night my wrongs shall be avenged!
 He made grab at me, caught me by the shoulder, and waved the other arm aloft. I gave one shriek, one wild, wild shrick, and then my throat was grasped.
 Foul wizard, avaunt l have mar shaled my clanl Down, slave--down Cease thy cries, for these dungeon walls are thick, and none shall hear, or help! Die the death. Die! worm, toad, siren, fiend in female form! Die ! thy hour has come!'
 Not yet! The door was flung open, and ohi thanks and praise forever. in rushed Mir. Mounterville, and laid hold of my frantic opponent. My face was black, my eyes and tongue protruding. and rolled over in heap on the floor.
 "Ah, vassal dog of Christian thou hast come to the rescue!p yelled the madman .thou &ould'st shield the wanton fhingl But share her fate, cur! Let me hurl thee 10 infenor'
 There was clutch and q wrcstle, and they rolled over and over, locked in each others embrace. There is a time in the life of every man, l sup pose, when he rises to sublimity--this was Mir. Mounterville's time. The Corsair couldn't have fought more manfully for Medora than my brave little man for me. And he was yicto- rious! The madman was mere skel- eton, and his fictitious strength gave way. Mir. Mounterville pinned him to the floor, and called to me.
 s.Fetch me the elothes-line, Lucinda, and I'll fix this squirming vagabond. Ah, yes you would, would you? you crazy scamp! That will do; hold his heels,. and keep him from Kicking.