The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1871-10-26
..The corernor,s wiferr rrnaned

r Alr. POttletOp, again. ''Everythin
= is confirmed. Some aristOcratic vi
lain who has turned her brain ~
"Well, now to look for the prett
. creetur. P'r'aps she wouldn't be gIa
: to see me just yet, nor TO see her to
suddint. I'll reck-anOint-her a bit"
: He crept cautiously out Of the othe
= door, and Mr.. PottIetOp as cautiousl
followed him. They crossed the cor
= rider to the library-closet, and MI
i P's eyes cleaned with joy. AT tn
: moment the stranger entered the clos
ct, Mr.. p. ran up quickly and locke
him in.
!. "There, atrOciOus monster ~ h
gloated rubbing his hands. NOW {
< return to the garden by the ladder, and
il possible, obtain a policeman. Mrs
a p, must not see me him or she viii
:, release her lover from his imprisOn
; ment, and he may escape.
Back TO his bedroom he went, bu
: re-entering, lie stood rooted with hOr
rOr to the ground.
a noise could be heard nom tin
winhnw and evidently. some one els'
was coming up the ladder.
Mr.. POttletOp ducked under the soft
as before.
Another stranger appeared. 1t wa
a stout, elderly person, dressed in 1
semi-militaTy great-cOat, wearing 1
yOluminOus neckercbief, and topping
all off with an immense wig. He pu
his legs deliberately in, and lOOke'
around
mot here? he exclaimed. DOwr
stairs, of course ~
Another one of 'em looking fol
herw grOaned Mr.. POttletOp. "HON
. many more are there? Oh, perjureJ
woman, little did suspect this ~
al hope she may not delay" con
tinued the latest arrival. 81 hate
waiting. Snug-lOoking rOOm-and
upon my honor, pipe! I'll take 3
smoke"
Mr.. POttletOp looked on in fresh
horror. His pipe-his own private
particular and solitary meerscheum
The stranger-quietly filled 1t, put il
between his lips, and sat down.
''NOw this is what call comfort, I"
he sOlilOquized, the smoke curling
over his capaciOus wig; "and
shouldn't mind staying here altOgeth-
erw
az suppose not reflected the agi-
tated spectator under the bed. "But
your sojOurn shall be briefer than you
expect"
hOnly should insist upon the so
ciety of some precious little creature
like the lady I am waiting for, to de-
stroy the monotony. Her husband
Isn't the man for her. From what I
hear of him, he must be a regular old
pump"
''Me a regular old pumpn said Mr..
PottletOp, grinding his teeth.
az wonder if he would thank me for
coming, if he knew what brought me
here?
"Not much :" sighed Mr.. P.
The door opened, and Mrs. Pottle-
top ran in hastily.
t'General ~ she cried; chow kind
YOU are! Is he gOnes"
"Gone! He must be, if you haven't
seen him down your way. He GER
tainly isn't about here anywhere"
"HOw thoughtful it was of you to
call at the front door first ~ said Mrs.
p, a charmingly plump little woman
Of thirty. "And how especially
thoughtful to next get into the gar
den. AS neither Of us has seen him,
| am certain he is gone.
care you ~ groaned POttletOp.
'YOu'll find yourself cOnfOundedly
mistaken, presently"
"I must next relieve Sarah. Poor
thing! she has been dreadfully ner-
vOus. Sarah p'
That innocent young person enter
ed.
"You needn't be under any further
alarm, Sarah. He Is gone"
"Is he, mum? How delighted an
to hear it ~
mYes! Now I will take general
| Wagstaffe below, and insist upCd MS
| having glass Of wine"
Madame said that gallPlt oihcer,
'fI shall be only too happy
Al the moment they hid disappear
ed, Mr.. POttletop determined 10 snow
himself He made movement to
1 get out
HWhat,s that ?u exclaimed the ner-
vous Sarah, rushing to the door.
But before lhe pOorgentleman could
articulate n syllable further she darted
! down the steps, screaming at the top
of her voice. Instantly afterward,
GenerSl Wagstaffe came clumping
back INTO the room, red with fury.
Mr.. PottIetop seized a bOO9ack, the
General snatched up water pitcher.
They stood face to face.
"I'n do for you, ruffian ~ exclaim-
ed the general.
"YOu will? You'll assassinate me ?
Reckless libertine, am djminuttve,
but courageous / shall throw you
ont of the window"
"That's your game is it? cried the
military stranger. ''Well, two can
play at it. so let us see who'll win"
With which he rushed upon psOr
Mr.. PottletOp, upset the table In the
way, smashed the water pitcher over
his head, carried him bodily to the
window, and flung him head foremost
intO the yard.
Mrs. PottletOp came running in
again, pale as a ghost.
"He's gone this time, madame"
gasped the general, wiping his face.
az don't think you'll be troubled by
him again. / have flung him out of
the house, and there's not much dam
ger, I fancy, of his reappearance."
The delicious little woman pressed
the warriors hand, and descended
with him to the dining-roOm. This
apartment looked out upon the yard.
Had its two occupants glanced at the
window, they might have seen a face
the face of the injured POttlepop.
With q bloody nose, cheeks covered
with mud, and clothes smeared with
the ashes Of the dust-heap into which
he had been tossed, he stood on his
tip-tOes, giaring i'm at them.
"Now, general, for your wine,n he
heard his wife say. "EXcuse me only
one little minute. Our wine is in the
/ library-clOset" -t- $3.50
"The Iibrary-clOsetu ~ echoed Pot
tIetop. "Her other lover is there.
TreacherOus woman, she is not true
to anybody"
Mrs. P. went out of the room, and
the general cooked his feet comforta-
bly, on the mantlepiece. Mr.. Pottle-
/ top knew by this that he was not like
/ Iy to leave shortly, so he determined
| to ascend the ladder once more, get
4 into his room again, and listen to
what passed in the closet. This re-
solve was instantly carried out.
| Scarcely, however, had he touched
| the floor of his chamber when he
theard Mrs. POttletop's screams, and
her rapid footsteps clatteriRg down
T. the stairway.
What was the matter now? Was it
jealousy on the part of the occupant
of the cupboard, and had he assaulted
her on suspicion of having locked him
in? Mr.. PottletOp, overcome by his
emotions and the terrible experience
he was going through, sank 20 the
floor.
He lay there stunned, nearly five
minutes.
4 But his agony was not hnished-
As he was a living, breathing man,
he heard fresh footsteps on the lad
der
Exhausted as he was, he eOntrived
once more to drag himself under the
sofa. Peeping out, he saw form OF
blue, and q truncheOn. II was a pO.
lieeman.
oIs she here? he heard the guardian