The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-08-30

can stay in the garret, maybe you can
stay; but hurry up, for expect my hus-
band home every minute and it's as
much as your life is worth if he should
find you here, for he's very devil in
carnate and would think no more Of
numbering you than he would of shooting
a grizzly p
The woman produced a short ladder
as she spoke, and bade the parson to get
up in the garret.
There was small drop" or trap
door in the ceiling, which raised of its
own accord on the parsons head press.
ing it upward, and not without some
difficulty he managed to squeeze himself
through the aperture,
After he was up, the woman told him
to shut the trap and not make any noise
for his life, and then taking the ladder
away, the parson was left to his own re-
Elections.
Wet and uncomfortable as he was, such
was his fatigue that he had almost fallen
asleep when he was disturbed by some
ones knocking at the door.
Being somewhat curious to know what
sort of man his unknown host was, he
arose and peered through a small crack
in the focr into the room beneath.
He saw the woman open the door eau
tiously, and after admitting a short, thick
set man, in heavy cloak, lock and bolt
itagain.
From the mysterious actions and whis-
perings that ensued, our parson rightly
concluded that the person who had just
entered was not the woman's husband,
but her paramour, who had taken advan-
tage of the husbands absence to pay the
woman nocturnal visit.
After whispering together for awhile
the woman went to cupboard and pro-
duced bottle of whisky and plate of
ham and bread, which she set upon the
table, and the twain were soon engaged
in a loving repast.
While the parson was watching the
guilty couple there came a laundering
knocking at the door, which caused them
both to jump to their feet in the greatest
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of flax and emptied its contents upon the
floor; she then bade the man, who was
almost scared to death, to get into the
flax, which he was only too glad to do,
and when he was in she rapidly covered
him up with the flax, The woman then
ran to the door and unbolted it, all the
time rubbing her eyes as if just awaken
ed out Of her sleep.
"Why the devil don't you let feller
stand out there all night" exclaimed
the newcomer, a tall, powerful, villainous
looking man, clad in hunters garb, as
he dealt her a ringing box on the ear
I was asleep and didn't hear you be-
fore p whimpered the woman. And
don't for Gods sake curse so much, for
there's o Methodist minister in the gar
ret w
"Who cares for Methodist ministers,
I'd like to know? But I'll soon have
him out of his hole! Here, you old
canting hypocrite, come out o this and
show yourself, or I'll make you?' he ex-
claimed, with many imprecations, as he
set the ladder before the trap door.
The poor parson, almost dead with
fright, slowly descended the ladder, look
ing as white as ghost for from the ruff
fans manner, he expected that he would
be ghost shortly.
Don't hurt the poor man See how
sickly he looks" exclaimed the woman,
plying the poor parsons distress,
"You shut up and mind yer own bust
ness, or it'll be worse for you," was the
gracious reply of her lord; then, turn
ing to the trembling parson, he asked
Are you Methodist preacher, and
do you believe in hell and the devil ?"
The parson replied in the affirmative
" Well, then, by the eternal, don't
and if you believe in the devil, you'll
either make him appear, or I'll cut yer
lying throat and make you appear before
him !" and he drew his bowie-knife in a
threatening manner.
The poor preacher was in anything
but an enviabe situation, and thoughts
of the other world began to fill his mind
with anxious forebodings; for it is a re.
markable fact that however much cler,
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