Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1868-04-09
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lodgings. The porter escorted then
to the door of their room; but jus
as the travellers entered it, th'
candle was suddenly extinguishet
by the wind from the door as i
closed behind them. The portel
had already returned to the bal
room, and vainly cropping on the
mantlepiece in search of matches
the travellers resolved to go to bee
in the dark. In the middle of the
night one of the men awoke, anC
after shaking his comrade to arouse
him, said,-
Terrence, Tn as weak as g
vaccinated kitten, for want of air
Get up and open the window
The room is as close as patent
coffin, and I'll die if ye don't give
me air." 80
Terrence arose, groped around
the room for a few minutes, and
then said: "
"I've found the window, but bad
Suck to me if can bulge it. /
can't move it aither up or down"
"Then knock out q couple of
panes wild yer shoe, and we will
pay for them in the mornin," said
the sick man..
Terrence did as directed. Af.
ter two crashes were heard by the
man in the bed he seemed to re-
cover, for he remarked:
"Oh that fresh air is invigora,
ting; / feel better already. Out
wild o couple more panes. Glass
is cheap, and the landlord won't
be angry whin we're willin to pay
for them" +"
Terrence's stout brogue soon
shattered the few remaining
panes, and the weak man recover
ed his strength so soon thereafter
that in ten minutes more he was
enjoying his slumber, undisturbed
by the snores of his companion,
who had also expressed himself
refreshed by the current of fresh
air admitted through the broken
glass. z..- ~
Considerable time elapsed, and at
last the. travellers awoke. For
thirty minutes they lay in the bed
conversing: wondering why they
could not sleep.
Surely it must be near morn
ing, for don't feel bit sleepy" !"
said Terrence.
"Mornin echoed the other
"By the morthial, but it appears
to me that its perpetual night in
this part of the world"
Tn few moments more they
heard knock at the door, and the
travellers asked what he wanted.
ats twelve o'clock!' answered
the porter, opening the door and
entering the room with q candle
in his hand. "Are'nt you going to
get up at all?"
"Only twelve o clock" exclaim-
ed Terrence. "Why, | thought
it must be at beast FIVE. What do
We mean by rousin' us in the mid
die ov the night? Do people in
these parts get up at midnight
"No, but they get up at breakfast
time"
Thin why didn't ye wait untii
breakfast time before ye disturbed
us?"
"Because it's hours after break
fast time now--it's just the dinner
hour now"
Go out or I'll throw me brogue
at We. What barefaced liar ye
must be to say it's dinner time
before it's daylight! The candle
in We hand makes o liar of ye!"
"Hai hal ha!' and the porter
clucked with the exuberance OF
delight. "No wonder We think it
isn't daylight, for there is no win
dow in the room to let the light
in"
"Then what did [ break last
ninht?" Terrence asked, looking
around the room in astonishment.
His eyes atlast alighted on a book
case, the glass doors of which pre-
sented a dilapidated appearance.
"Be the powers, jerry he address
ing his comrade, "whin / thought
I was smasbin' the windy, l was
only breaking the glass in that