Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1872-03-07
Davenport Correspondence of Chicago Journal
A Tale of a Pair of Pantaloons.

Davenport, our sister city, has just
had a sensation. It was all about a
pafFsof pantalOons, and is to termin
ate inSa divorce suit. In my preceding
letter / alluded to the encouraging
manner in which people out this way
are emulating the famed example Of
Chicago's good citizens. The case in
zhand is another illustration. For in
fstance, Davenport legal gentleman
went out one evening last week to
have quiet game of billiards. He
stuck to his cue tor several faithful
hours, convivialized with his friends
! still longer, and then went home. On
retiring to rest he was most singular
| Iy uneasy, and tossed about for some
time without dropping into that peace
fnl slumber we usually derive from a
clear conscience. His lady was an
noyed, and complained kindly. 1t was
no use, however. Something drove
sleep from his eyelids. At this juno
ture his lady was taken suddenly and
alarmingly i'll chow fortunate he had
remained awake) and he was appealed
to to basten off to the nearest drug
store in quest of a restorative. He
hastily attired himself, double quicked
down street, rusned into a store, OBJ
tanned the article so urgently required,
and produced his pocketbook to paw
for it. Great Caesar! What had
transpired He had never seen that
wallet before-and the pants they
were not his own. Could it be posi-
, bic he was in his right mind2 Was it
not rather all distempered dream p
He resolved to see. and without stop
ping to take tue remedy with him, he
rushed back to the wife of his bosom.
He did not flourish a revolver. He
did not smash furniture. He did not
strike attitudes like a gladiator. He
| simply took part in5the following con
versation
..Jane J"
) .sYes, dear
oIow are you feeling %
"Better. Much better. 1 think a
good. sleep is all 1 now need. How
kind of You to go to so much troub
len'
, VERY kind, wasn't it P"
very kind. honey"
Jane, shall turn on the gas 2''
elf you like, dear -
The gas was turned on.
seJanep'
eyes, dear"
"Do these look like my panta-
looms? ?'
'.Why, what can you mean, dear ?''
t'I mean do these resemble the trow.
sers wore home this evening ?"
why, how can tell, dear, ?'' ant
Jane raised up with some surprise anc
+ screamed outright
! Husband" said she, with some EN-
: barrassment, ''you've made a ridicu
\ lous mistake some where while ou
! with your friends. What in the worlC
have you been doing tonight p
h ''That's rather thin, Jane. We don
! usually take off our pants 10 play bill
liards. When I went to bed to nigh
# l laid my proper pantaloons on tina
4 there chair. When l dressed to @
q out the pair have on first fell in m
way. / put them on. 1 discovered
at the store that they were not mine
l returned at once, and now find tn
y pair | left on that chair are missing" !"
/ Jane began to sob, weep and protes
le her innocence, while her husban
ID paced the floor in deep reflection.
It 'Jane," at last he said, ''I guess yo
le can go home to your parents to-mol
III row. You and l have gotten alon
IN very well for year or two, but th
e things played"
" And down stairs he went with
le deaf ear to the frenzied appeals an
ot prayers she showered after him.
e. An investigation on the morrow dis
Ill closed the fact that the mVsteriOusl
oe procured pantaloons contained $50
ut more than the pair that had so myste
+ riously walked off.
IN Jane left on the first train for he
is Illinois home. a bill of divorce ha
been filed, and no one has called to e1
change pantaloons and pocketbooks.