Weekly Trinity journal., 1873-04-19
NUMBER Is.

| my zap. MY nhuukercnlet, unADle 10
bear so weighty load, bent under in its
turn, and great portion of it landed
safely in my hat. The plate righted it.
self-as l raised my person and saw as
glanced my eye around the table that no
one had noticed my disaster. inwardy
congratulated myself that the nauseoGs
deception was so happily disposed of.
Resolved not to be detected, instantly
rolled my handkerchief together with
its remaining contents, and whipped it
into my pocket.
The dinner table was at length deserted
for the drawing room, where coffee and
liquors were served round. Meanwhile
| had sought out what considered was
a safe hiding place for my hat, beneath
chair in the dning-room, for dare not
carry it any longer in my hand, having
| first thrown morsel of paper over it,
to hide the caulihower should any one
chance, in seeking for his own hat, to
look into mine.
On my return to the drawing-room,
chanced to be seated by the lady by
whom l sat at the table. Our eonversa-
ton was resumed, and we were in the
midst of an animated discussion, when
n large spider was seen running up her
arm.
"Take it of-take it off," she ejacu-
lated in terrified voice.
was always afraid of spiders 40, to
avoid touching him with my hand,
caught my handkerchief from my pocket
and clapped it at once on the miscreant,
who was already mounting her tempe
with rapid strides. Gracious heavens
l had forgotten the caulifower, which
was now plastered over her face like an
emollient poutice, fairly killing the spider
and binding An eye of the lady-whil
little streamlets of soft butter glided gen
tly down her neck and bosom.
"Mon diou Mon dieu !" exclaimed
the astonished fair one.
"Mon dieu |" was re-cchoed from ev-
cry persons mouth.
Have you cut your handf" inquired
one.
No! no THE spider--monsieur is
killing the spider"
What quantity of entrals !" cjacu-
lated an astonished Frenchman, uncon-
scously to himself.
Well might he be astonshed the
spray of the execrable vegetable had spat-
tered her dress from head to foot.
For myself the moment the accident
occurred | mechanically returned my
handkerchief to my pocket, but its con
tents remained.
What monster it must have been,"
observed II young lady, as she helped to
relieve my victim from her cruel situa-
ton, 81 declare | should think it had
been living on cauliilower."
At that moment felt some one touch
me, and ON turning, saw my compan-
ion.
Look at your pantaloons," he whis-
pered.
Already half dead with the confusion
and disaster had caused, cast my eyes
upon my once white dress, and saw at u
glance the horrible extent of my dilem-
ma. had been sitting on the fatal pock-
ct, and had crushed out the liquid butter
and the soft, paste-like vegetable which
had bedaubed and dripped down them,
till it seemed as it it were actually dis-
solving my pantloons.
Darling from the spot, l sprang to the
place where had left my hat but be-
fore could reach it. u sudden storm of
wrath was heard ut the door.
"Sacrc bette sacro - the in the last
mans rattle, mingled with another epi-
thet and name TINT mn angry Frenchman
never spares, was heard ringing like
fierce tempest without the doors. Sud
denly there was pause, rs IL one swal-
lowing involuntarily, and the storm of
wrath again broke out with redoubled
fury. | seized my hat and opened the
door, and the whole matter was at once
explained-we had exchanged hats-and
there he stood, the soft caulifower gu>h-
ing down his cheeks, binding his eyes,
filling his mouth, hair moustache, ears
and whiskers. Never shall forget that
spectacle. There he stood astride, like
the Collosus, and STOPPING gently for
ward, his eyes foreibly closed, his arms
dropping from his body and dripping
caulihower and butter from every pore.
l stnd no longer, but retaining his hat,
| rushed from the house, jumped into u
Z" facre," and arrived safely home. heart
lily resolving that, to my fastest hour, |
would never again deliver letter Of in
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