The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1873-04-03

sorted for the drawing-room, where
coffee and liquors were served rouno'
Meanwhile / had sought out what ! con-
sidered a safe place for my hat, beneath
a. chair in the dining-room, for ! dared
not carry it any longer in my hand, nav
;nc first thrown in morsel of paper, to
hide the caulifower should any one
chance. in seeking for his own hat, to
look into mine.
On my return to the drawing-room,
I CHANGED to be again seated by the
lady by whom sat at the table. Our
conversation was resumed, and we
were in the midst Of an animated dis-
cussion, when huge spider was seen
running up her arm.
"Take it off-take it off," she ejacu-
lated in a terrified voice.
Twas always afraid of spiders; so to
avoid touching him with my hand !
caught my handkerchief from my poc.k-
ct, and clasped it at once upon the mis-
creant who was already mounting over
her temple with rapid strides.
Gracious heavens! | had forgotten
the caulifower which was nowplastered
over her face like an emollient poul-
tice, fairly killing the spider, and blind
ing an eye Of the lady-whlle little
streamlets of soft butter glided gently
down her neck and bosom.
:Mon dieu! Mon dieu! exclaimed the
astonished fair.
Mon dieuv was re-echoed from every
persons mouth.
Have you cut your hand?' inquired
one.
No! no!-the spider-monsieur is
killing the spider!
What quantity of entrails'! ejacu-
lated an astonished Frenchman, uncon-
sciously to himself.
Well might he be astonished; the
spray of the execrable vegetable had
spattered her dress from head to foot.
For myself the moment the accident oc-
cured, | had mechanically returned my
handkerchief to my pocket, but its con-
tents remained.
What monster it must have BEEN
observed a young lady, as she helped TO
relieve my victim from her cruel situa-
ton. Il declare should think it had
been living on cauliilower.'
At that moment ! felt some one touch
me, and on turning, | saw my conpan-
ion who had come with me.
Look at your pantaloons,' lie whis-
pered.
Already half dead with the confusion
and disaster had caused, cast my
eyes upon my once white dress, and saw
at glance the horrible extent Of my
dilemma. had been sitting on the
fatal pocket, and had crushed but the
liquid butter, and the soft pastc.likc
which had bedaubed and
dripped down them, till it seemed as it
were actually dissov;ng my pantaloons.
Darling from the spot, sprang to
the place where | had left my hat; but
before | could reach it a sudden storm
of wrath was heard at the door.
'Sacre! betc, sacrc" the in the first
syllable being made to roll like watch
mans rattle, mingled with another cpl
tibet and name that an angry French
man never spares, was heard ringing
like fierce tempest without the doors.
Suddenly there was pause, a gurgling
sound as of one swallowing involun-
tarily-and the storm of wrath again
broke ont with rcdoubled fury. II
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 cauligowcr gushing
Town his checks, binding his eyes, fill |
ne his mouth, hair, moustache, ears
md whiskers. Never shall | forget
hat spectacle. There he stood astridc.
ike the colossus, and STOPPING gently
onward, his eyes forcibly closed, his
arms dropping out from his body and
tripping cauliaower and butter from
every pore.
stayed no longer, but, retaining his
lat, | rushed from the house, jumped
nto "facre," and arrived safely home,
heartily resolving that, to my latest
lour, | would never again deliver a
etter of introduction.