The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1871-11-10
FREMONT SANDUSKY COUNTY OHIO; FRIDAY NOVEMBER TO- 1871

Y his emotions and the terrible expe
d rience he was going through, sank t
the floor.
p He lay there stunned, nearly fv
minutes.
e But his agony was not finished.
v As he was living, breathing man
he heard fresh footsteps on the lad
: der!
r Exhausted as he was he contrive,
r once more to drag himself under tn
= sofa. Peeping out, he saw a form o
blue, and truncheon. 1t was po
t liceman.
: as she here? he heard the guard
ian of the peace say. "She certainly
e told me fur to come this way"
e "Still another loverP' shriekeC
Pottletop, almost aloud. HAn ap
e pointment with a policeman! Oh
Sophronista, this is too mnchp'
The fellow stepped in, and Mr.
l Pottletop trembled. To be dragged
: out would ruin everything. He lay
mute as mouse; but to his horror
!. he perceived that the intruder was
very particular in his Investigations.
He glanced in the WARDROBE, and ex.
amined the cupboard; he even made
a show of searching the bureau
drawer, and once-what to look for,
he could not imagine, he uncorked a
black bottle. At last, he carelessIy
threw an eye under the sofa. He dis
covered something black. He poked
his truncheon uGder, and prodded
Mr.. Pottletop in the stomach. Mr..
POttletop wheezed and lost his
breath.
"Hilloap cried the policeman.
you're there, are you? Come out O.
that"
Mr.. Pottletop slowly drew himself
out and stood up, covered with lint
and feathers, like a curious and new
fashioned species of bird. Recover
ing his wind by an effort, he spoke:
"My blue brother" he said, mourn
fully, "why are you here? Have you
come to add more to my cup of mis-
ery?"
Soup O. misery! It's my opinion
you've had too many cups already"
81 have, indeed; each filled to the
brim."
$50 I thought" sighed the blue
brother. swell, let me run you in
quietly now. Don't let's have no
scrimmaging; eos, if you do, I'll
have to put you in a wagon"
"In a wagon" groaned poor Pot
tletOp. "What have 1 done to de-
serve all this? Am l living, breath
ing sensible man? Have l my mind
and judgment about me, or is this
some terrible dream9"
"Vy, how can you expect to have
your mind about you, ven you IgiU
take in so much at a dose7 The jim
jams is comm fast"
"Jim James! Another one of Mrs.
P.'s lovers, l suppose. He will be
the fourth today Oh, whoever suf- |
fered such a misery as mine?'
The policeman took his arm ten
derly, and seated him in chair.
"Be quiet, now," he said, in a |
soothing tone. Everybody goes
through this, you know. 1 knew
what it was the moment 1 spied you. |
When she spoke"
"She! Shep' shrieked Mr.. Pottle-
top, rising to his feet. at is she,in-
deed! Listen to me: yesterday was
a happy man. had but one thought |
and it was her happiness, because /
loved her to distraction, and fondly |
believed she loved me in return.
When she gave me that pipe, and
made me promise never to come to
dinner any day before two, little did
l fancy the motive she had at the
bottom. But this morning, by means
Of few incautious words dropped
by the housemaid, 1 was led to sus-
pect. At the first step toward the
investigation, the full and glaring
truth dawned upon me. 1 watched
further. All was confirmed. Her
lovers l discovered to be number
less. Some were on the roof, some
entered by the window, some by the
front door! Although you, too, are
one of them, tell you this that you
may tell her. This, my last mes
sage, commit"
Commit" interrupted the guard
ian of the peace, bouncing off the ia
bic where he had been sitting. "Tve
listened to pour rigmarole; but 1
Won't let you commit nothin' here.
Come along, quietly, now"
Come along? What do you mean?
Come along where?
"Vith me, Of course! I'm going to
run you in. My pardner's outside
With wagon, so, if you resist, I'll call
him to help me. Blast me if 1
wouldn't be ashamed to walk along
the street With you! Your moose is
bloody, your face is smeared With
mud, your clothes is full of ashes
and feathers, your eyes is black, and 6
you're a regular scarecroW! Come
along, nowr'
Mr. Pottletop picked up a chair.
"If you touch me-" he shouted, t
'P1 murder you Keep of, rufian- {
keep Off (
"Ohol That's your game, is it? E
ALI right, my covey"
The policeman went over to the
desperate man, and clutched him by
jhe shoulders. Then began the {
They tussled about the {
,oom, bawling and shrieking, upset '
ing the furniture, tearing down the Z
curtains, smashing the mirrors, break f
ng the water-jar, and deluging the !
,arpet with sdirty water. {
The door opened, and three per- {
sons appeared, looking on in hOrri- I
led astOnishment. They were Mrs. '
Pottletop, General Wagstafe, and
he lOng-legged individual who had
oeen locked up in the library-closet.
The combatants separated, and
stood up, out of breath. Mr.. Pottle-
,op beheld his wife.
"V1le female" he cried, "it is all
over, at lastr'
"Oh, Pottletopw screamed Mrs.
P, falling into General Wagstafe's
arms.
81 go from you for everw d
81 told you he wasn't a burglar, {