The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-01-21
A NARROW ESCAPE,
OR
A Nights Adventure.

an old friend OF mine" you must come
to Woodbridge's supper, for of all the dew
lis you ever saw, he tops 'em all. We
can't make out what he is. He's heaps of
money, but no one knows how he gets it OF
who he is. He collects wonderful lot of
people round him, some of the fastest and
most riotous of the students here, and he's
always got Polish count with him-a
good-looling, impertinent scoundrel who is
so dreadfully offensive that my longing to
kick him is growing into positive disease.
Woodbridge, though he has only been do
mesticated her a few months, has already
had several rows with the police and gov
ernment; and as they say to-night's supper
is to be the boldest thing he has yet at
tempted advise you by all means to
come"
After having been talked to in this strain
/ need scarcely say that looked forward
to my supper at Woodbridge's with mu ch
curiosity. The remainder of the day was
spent in lounging about and in very
noisy dinner with the students, and at
about eight in the evening found myself
at Woodbridge's lodgings.
lie occupied handsome apartments over
the shop of the principal saddler of the
town; aud when / arrived, there were some
ten or dozen yonng men seated about,
some of whom knew. Scarcely, however,
had my name been announced before tall,
elegant-looking man of about thirty years
of age stepped forward, and addressing me,
apologized for Woodbridge's temporary
absence, introduced himself as Count Zin-
torski, and begged me to take a cigar and
make myself at home. There was frank
ness in the fellows address which cores
ponded but badly with look of subdued
distrust and stiffness in his eyes, and
felt could not reciprocate his apparent
warmth. Our host soon after arrived, and
the party being very shortly completed,
we sat down to game of vingt-et-un to
pass the time until supper arrived. Now,
hating cards with all my heart, and never
playing except when politeness compels
me, happen always to enjoy wonderful
luck; and accordingly, on this occasion,
when was dealing, doubled the stakes
at every hand, and won considerable sum.
My greatest opponent, and consequently
the largest loser, was Count Zintorski; and
though he tried every maneuver of which
the game is susceptible, my luck still stood
by me, and l rose from the table, having
He was perfectly calm, congratulated me
on my luck, and took the foot of the sup
portable, opposite to Woodbridge, with
the air of man who felt himself thorough
ly at home.
Reader, were you ever present at Ger
man students suppcr-party? If not, you
have no idea of noise, Of wild, mad fun, of
practical jests pushed to their utmost ex-
tent. My experience in these scenes has
not been small, but never was present at
such scene of riot as was enacted at
Woodbridge's that night. Englishmen and
Germans tried to outdo each other in noise;
song followed song; the health of each
member of the party was drunk in rapid
succession, and each member of the party
was drunk himself. My ill-health preven-
ted me from joining to much extent in the
dissipation, and sat looking ON and won
dering whether / had ever found real
amusement in such pandemonium. AT
last, while O'Scardon was telling won
derful story of run with the Ballybother-
un hounds, half in English and half in
German, the landlord entered the room
and declared that if the noise was persisted
in he should be compelled to call in the
gems d'armes. This announcement was
received with yels; he was told to fetch
whom he liked. Woodbridge muttered
some vague sentence about 4" Englishn's
houses cassie" and the landlord retired
amidst storm of groans. The uproar was
renewed, but five minutes after, we heard
the heavy tramp of the gems d'armes as
cending the staircase, and all of us deter
mined to resist the invasion by force. Some
seized sticks, some laid hold of pieces of
furniture to hurl at the intruders, and
grasped an empty champagne bottle by
the neck and slipped it into my coat pocket
keeping my hand upon it the while. The
door was flung open apd the chief of the
police entered, leaving two of his men out
side the door.
Gentlemen said he, in an authorita-
tive voice, "in the name Of his Majesty
command you to quit this house at once"
A roar of derision was the reply.
"Suppose we don't intend to go9" said
a student with red beard, tastefully deco
rated with scraps of salad, shreds of tobac-