Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1871-05-25
JOHN S. BENDER, Editor and Publisher.

| surveyed the lionse, or availed himself oil
the intermission between the acts to forti-
fy himself with certain refreshing but
stimulating beverages.
TIE opera being concluded, We pro
ceeded TO Pilgarlik 's-Pilgarlik keeps a
charming private restaurant al The upper
end of Broadway.-apd there. over a few
reed birds, and bottle of Burgundy
Cobra concocted his criticism on The
IIuguenots;-- i'm which he talked learned
ly of dnminants, sub-domiaants. ascend
ing by thirds, and descending by twenty
thirds, and such like, while i, with moth
ing more weightv on my mind than pay
ing for the supper. smoked my cigar and
slipped my concluding cup of black cof-
fee in a state of divine repose.
The snow was deep, when, a, about one
O'Clock, a. m Cobra and myself parted
at The corner OF Eighth street and Broad
way, each bonnd for his respective home.
Cobra lived in Fourth Avenue,-I live, q;
lived, in Bleecker street. The snow was
deep, and the city quite still. as hall
ran, half fioundered down the sidewalk,
thinking what nice hot brandy toddy ]
would make myself when got home.
and the pleasure would have in boiling
| the water over my gas-lght on lately
Invented apparatus which ! had acquired,
and IN which took much pride; / also
recollected with thrill of pleasure iLat
| had purchased fresh supply ef lemons
that morning. so that nothing was needed
for the scicrtific correction of q night
| cap turned down Blccckr stree: and
reached my door. / was siuging snatch
of Pierre Dupont's song of La Piyne as
pulled out my night Key and inserted it
m that orifice so perplexing TO young men
who have been to late supper. One Wig
orous twist and was at home. The
half uttered triumrhal chant Of the
Frenchman, who dilates with meiricsl
malice ON the fact that The vine does not
! flourish in England. died on nv lirs. The
key turned, but the door, usually so
y;elding TO the members of our family
obstinately refused 10 open. A horrible
i thought flashed across nv mind. They
had locked me out. A new servant had
perhaps arrived, and cautiously barricad
ed the en- ntrsnce or the lsndlsdy--to
whom, al the moment. was u3der some
slight pecuniary responsibility-had TAX
en- tins cruel means of recalling me u
my position. But ii could not be. There
was some mistake There WAS a fluff in
my key,--ycs that was is.--,here was q
0uff in the barrel of my night key in
stant'y proceeded to make Pandean
pipe Of that instrument. and blew into
the tube until my face rcsemhled that
queer picture at the wind in Esop's
fables, as il is represented in the act oi
endeavoriug Ia make the traveller take off
his cloak a hopelcssly shril sound re-
! sponded TO my efforts The key was as
clear as flute. Was il the wrong key |?
felt To every pocket, vaguely expecting
supernumerary one 10 turn up. but in
vain. While thus occupied. the convic-
ton forced itself ON my mino that had
no money.
Locked out, with a foot OF snow on the
ground, and noihn z Lut n tlrec cent
piece and NO new cenis--so painfully
bright that hey presented illusory re-
semblances to half eagles-in nv poke: !.
| knew well that an appeal to the bell
was hopeless. l had tried IL once before
| for three hours at stretch, without the
slightest avail 1t is my private convic-
tion that every member of that household
who slept at all within hearing Of the
bell. care fully stuffed his or her ears with
coitnn before retiring for the night. so as
to be out of the reach Of the temptation
to answer 1t. Every inmate Of that es-
tablishment. after certain hour. determ-
inedly rehesrsed the part O: Ulysses when
he was passing the Sirens. They were
deaf to the melody Of he bell.
cellent IDEA; but, as / before stated, my
pecuniarY position scarcely allowed oi
such liberties. What was / TO do? !
could not walk mp and down the city all
night. would freeze to death, and
there would be horrible paragraph in
the morning paper about the sad death
of destitute author ran over rapidly
In my mind every hotel in the city With
which was at all acquainted, in order
to see ii there was in any one OF them n
night porter who knew me. Night port
ers knew me not | was Illuminating
gravely over the awful position in which
l was placed, when loud but somewhat
but;ery voice disturbed me by shouting
from the sidewalk: "Ha, ha, Capital joke.
Locked out, ELI? You'll never get in"
A stranger. perhaps benevolent, thought
l. Ii so, I'm indeed saved. To rush
down the steps. place my hand upon his
J shoulder, and gaze into his face with the
most winning expression 1 was capable
of assuming, was but the, work of several
es,--which however included two
tumDieS on the etOop.
"Can it-can it be-" l said, shat you
have night key?"
"A night key" he answered with O
jolly laugh, and speaking as If his mouth
was full of turtie.-''a night key. What
J The deuce should do with night keyl
. l never go home until morning"
/ 49, H.H
Sir said l, sadly, "io not jest with
the misery ofa fellow creature. con-
: jure you by the sanctity of your fireside
to lend me your night key"
4 you've got one in your hand, why
tdon't you use THAR"
i i had. In the excitement of the mo.
ment lad quite overlooked the hct
tthss, if I bad fifty night keys, would still
) haye found myself On the wrong side oi
fto 1<.nr