Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1869-11-09

We were both in very severe moods,
she upon her low bergere stool, | at my
table and for a time nothing was heard
but the clicking of Mrs. Scribes tatting
shuttle, and the scratching of my pen.
But there was no article-f finishing tHat
night, with SO many clouds in the horizon;
for, raising my eyes, | could see a couple
of tears stealing down on either side of
the prettiest little nose in the world ; my
pen dropped the tatting fell all of a hor-
rible and then some one was on her knees
at my feet, and | was just going to press
tns lips on the white forehead within their
reach, when there was noise!
Yes, there was noise-astEange, hair
stirring groah, apparently at our shoulders;
aud then the sound of footsteps on the
stairs, in the passage, and Then loud
| flop, as of some one falling on the oilcloth,
followed by hysterical sobs and cries.
We leapea up and opened the door, to
find poor Betsey apparently in a ft---now
sobbing now crying now shrieking, and
pouring forth ''Ohs y innumcrable, but
quite incapable of answering any ques.
tons.
Then came the ringing of Mrs. Scribe,
mammals bells, and, as it was of course
not answered, the opening Of her door,
and her voice descending to know what
all the groaning meant that she could
hear.
And now, not only from Betsy, but a.
from the wall, came groan after groan--
loud, heartiwruhg, half.stifed groans, sim.
lar to that which had first startled u.s.
and which had laid to the credit Of
Betsy.
oh" exclaimed dear mamma, sit is
some poor creature dying next door, and
the cries have frightened this poor girl
run, George, and see if you can be of any
avail. ....
Then came more groans, and several
distinct knocks at the wall.
"1hero, there pray 60, DEAR" said
my wife "some one must be in great
peril" ......
Directly after there was loud peal a.
the front-door bell, and on going, found
my neighbor Jones evidently come fol
help.
''What is the matter 2"
"What is the matter?"
Both in q breath.
"Some one must be dying at youl
house" said Jones.
i "No; at your house" | said.
but we can hear the groans in our Ii
brary."
80 VIC can in ours - | exclaimed
"Come here"
And leading the way into the back-roon
there We could hear the stiAed groan
again.
"lt's in your house. | said.
"No, no; it's in the chimney" ex
claimed Mr.. Jones. Good heavens ther,
will be some ohe smotliered !"
eyes, yes, yes; chimney, chimney,
shricked Elizabeth; and then she went Of
again into strong, genuine Mysteries.
sis there any one there2" cried, 60
ing close to the wall.
"Oh-h!" came back dismal groan il
reply; and now a light burst upon IN.
brain.
"Herc, Joncs-tbis way. i cried F; am
snatching up the little lamp was goin
down stairs whom the shreking of the la
} dies in protest at being left in the dar'
arrested me.
hWant light?' said gruff voice
and, starting, looked round to encountc
a policeman, who, attracted by Betsy
} screams, had come in by the open door,
"Herc--this way, my man." | cried
t "thcre is some one stuck in the chimney.
G sin the what" he exclaimed incredu
e lousy.
"Oh-h-hl' came from the wall again.
: ats t'other side; that's what it is,
said the policeman.
ut isn't, | tell you" cried Jones'
r "There, man, listen"
" "Oh-h-h!' came now, and strange
c rustling noise as Of some one struggling.
r "I'fr blest if it ain y exclaimed til
constable.
= "Here--this way; | know" l said
1t and leading the way, we soon stood in II
o back kitchen, where, by the help of Il
d policemans bulls eye, | could just NAL
d out pair of boot-soles up the chime.
and something glistcning, which l mac
If out to be spurs.
>, We shouted up the chimney; but
$, answer came, and there was only an O
st casional kicking of the bcots--fecble kic
g ing, as if their occupier was in a SO
ID strait.
IN "Let's get up stairs again. said the
s. liceman. "Tie's stuck tight, that's wha
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