The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1874-09-17
A Thrilling Narrative.

AThrllllng Narrative.
Mrs. Potter had made great prepara
tions, the starting had twice beel
postponed, and now the day drew
nigh for a third and last call. Th
| loving iniunctions piled upon Mr.. Pot
ter, to be a good boy while she wa
gone, and the oft repeated asservation
that she wouldn't be missed, that he (
be glad to get rid of her ETC., had &C
cumulated to such an extent on thi
head of that devoted gentlemen tina
! there was little left for bloated anG
/ reckless thermometer to accomplish il
Feconciling him to the change. Mr.
! Potter undoubtedly believes that
sis not good for a man to be alone
| in winter. But in summer, with tht
mercury at 1909 in the ice-celIar
when the streets are melting down in
to the cutters and nothing is too muel
cover. it is different Besides it was
! great deal more healthy for a lady o.
| Mrs. POtter's constitution, to spend {
few months with her friends in thu
country-especially when a gentleman
| of Mr. PotteF's fragile appearance
wanted TO go ON fishing excursion
! in the mountains in an opposite direc
tion. Mrs. Potter's duty to society
required it, and Mr.. Potter's manly
devotion to the f'lodge," made hi
piscatorial path of virtue a necessity
So the day arrived for third attempt
and Mrs. Potter was fearful, and Mr.
! Potter was much more cheerful thar
could ever be expected under such cir
cumstances. The train was expected
| to leave at nine O'Clock in the evening
and Mr.. Potter was to come home
early and pack things in the cool ol
the day. 1t was about three O'Clock
| in the hottest afternoon of this year o
! our Lord one thousand eight hundred
and seventy-four, when Mr.. Potter
sauntered slowly down the avenue
defending himself from the sun will
an ancient umbrella, looking at fishing
tackle in the shops, and debating with
in himself whether trout really have
scales. 1t was too hot to reason about
anything except cremation, so he step
ped inte Aman's for a cobbler and K
get the very latest of Tom Collins.
There he met friend who was to bG
one of the fishing excursionists, and
the conversation taking the direction
of trout and cIaret punch, Potter in
cidentally mentioned that his wife
was to leave that evening. Mr.. Pot
ter was quite cool and agreeable now
"But there is no train at that hour,
says the friend, on hearing the time
mentioned.
sWhaE?" replied Potter, ineredul.
ously. Then his friend drew forth 8
paper, and pointing out to the time.
table, said-"5 20 my dear sir" al
cody as If it had been Potter's treat
and the words, "Thank you, l dom
care ifI do" Ii Mr.. Potter left sc
hastily as to forget to pay his bill We
are morally certain jury would &C.
quit him on the ground if emotiona
insanity. In his flight he saw there
was time yet. At the Sixth Street of
fee the ticket agent corroborated hi
friends newspaper.
He purchased his ticket and asked
for Pullman section.
"Have nothing but single upper
berth, said the agent, looking out oil
the window languidly.
''The deuceI" piously calculated
Potter whose wife couldn't climb ;
tree.
"YOu might get one at the other of
| y
The ssother office" was a mile awal
towards the Treasury. But Pottel
was hot now and he rushed into thu
street and hailed passing car so fierce
i ly and went abroad so defantly tina
the conductor was afraid to collect his
fare. Having got his section and i'm
bibed the information that the baggag
would be called for in half an hour h.
steamed for home. When he enteret
he fright ened Mrs. Potter into com
Portable fit by his appearance AM
frightened her out again immediatel.
by stumbling through conyenien
lpiles of spring clothing in the middl
/ of the floor,
.sThat train leaves at :2O," he burs
forth, "and the man will be hear il
ten minutes for the baggage"
"Well, then, just can't go that
all" said Mrs. Potter, sitting down L
cry.
have you TO do ?"
ga million.things," smartly replied
Mrs. Potter. She always puts her fig
ures high. 'I couldn't get ready j
that time to go if was to be hanged
las If TO be hanged would be an ad
dltlOnaI 1nducement-"andl Wont g
at all If l can't this time-that's fiat !
1t was fiat, indeed, thought Potter
and he coaxed.
"But, my dear, don't you see Pv
bought the tickets and secured you
berth and telegraphed your friends t
meet you. III pack in five minute
and while you put on your travelin
suit" Then he tore away his willie
collar and seized the nearest article an
chucked it into the yawning Saratoga
"Oh dearI" exclaims Mrs. Potter ex
citedly, diving for it; "what fool yo
are; want to wear that !"
Then Potter went for whole bun
! die at clip.
"Good graciousl james" cries Mr.
Potter, dropping the soap in the ice
water and again TO the rescue, ''you'
ruin my bonnet-iust look therei"
sNOw, Mary, look here,1 says Pot
ter, drawing himself up threateningl,
! 81 know how TO pack trunk and II
/ going to pack this. You put you
clothes on"
And Potter Can pack a trunk; h
can. He plunged at the articles, an