Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1872-02-15
A Tale of Pantaloons.
A Fair Exchange in the Dark-No
Robbing in the Light.

Davenport, our sister city, hal
| just had a sensation. 1t was al
about a pair of pantaloons, and il
| to end in divorce suit. In mJ
preceding letter l alluded to the
encouraging manner in which peo
pie out this way are emulating
the famed example Of Chicago'I
good citizens. The case in hand
is another example. For instance
a Davenport legal gentleman went
out one evening last week to have
a quiet game of billiards. He
stuck to his cue for several faith.
full hours, convivialized with his
friends still longer, and then went
home. On retiring to rest, he
was most Singularly uneasy, and
tossed about for some time with.
out dropping into that peaceful
slumber we usually derive from a
clear conscience. His lady was
annoyed and complained kindly.
1t was of no use, however; some.
thing drove sleep from his eyelids.
At this juncture his lady was ia.
ken suddenly i'll (how fortunate
that he was awake J and he was
appealed to hasten off to the near
estdrug store in quest of restora-
tive. He hastily attired himself,
double-quicked down street, rushed
into a store, obtained the article
SO urgently required, and pro-
duced his pocket-book. Great
Cesar what had transpired Z He
had never seen that wallet before;
and the pants ! they were not his
own. Could it be possible he was
In his right mind ? Was it not all
a distempered dream =? He resolved
to see, and without stopping to
take the remedy with bim, he
rushed back to the wife of his
bosom. He did not flourish a re-
volver. He did not smash furni-
ture. He did not strike attitudes
like a gladiator. He simply took
part in the following conversation !:
"Jane 7" ~E
eyes, DEAR"
"IIow are you feeling p
, "Bester. Much better. think
a good sleep is all l now need.
How kind of you to go toso much
trouble"
every Kind, wasn't it2''
"Very kind, honey"
"Jane, shall / turn on the gas?"
eff you like, DEAR" stEi r
The gas was turned on.
"Jane?"
Eyes, dear"
"Do these look like my panta.
loons?'' ~,
.Why,what can you an,dear?'
81 mean, do these resemble the
trousers / wore home this even
ing 2" r .f
"Why how can / fell, dear2'
and Jane raised up with some sur
prise aud reluctance, gave a quick
glance and screamed outright.
! "Husbapd," said she with some
embarrassment, "you've made a
ridiculous mistake somewhere,
while out with your friends.
What in the world have You been
doing tonight" <-s
'9That's rather thin, Jane. We
don't usually take off our pants to
play billiards. When / went to
bed tonight, laid my proper pam
falcons on that there chair. When
/ dressed to go out the pairI have
on FIRST fell in my way. | put
them on. / discovered at the
store they were not mine. ] re-
turned at once, and now ] find
the pair / left On the chair are
missing"
Jane began to sob, weep and
protest her innocence, while the
husband paced the floor in deep
reflection.
"Jane," at last be said; 81 guess
you can go home to your parents
tomorrow. You and / have got
ten along very well for year or
two, but the thing is played"
And down stairs he went with
a deaf ear to the frenzied appeals
and prayers she showered after
him. An investigation on the
morrow disclosed the tact that the
mysteriously procured pantaloops
contained just three hundred dol
lars more than the pair that had
so mysteriously walked of. Jane
left on the first train for her llli'
nois home, a LII of divorce has
been filed, and no one has called
to exchange pantaloons and pock
| tet,bock.
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