Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1874-05-27

Dcwbeiry was aroused al last, and
called put in sleepy voice, "Who's
"Whb thcrG indeed! shouted the
irate Nj. d. "Wby your husband, wo-
man. And why in the name of good
ness don't you unlock the door 7"
II hdven't locked tho door, no such
u thing" vocleratcd Mrs. Dcwberry,
who had of course entirely forgotten
tho circumstance; "and you amt my
husband either" she continued; II
don't lelievc q word of it.D
nNoi your husband p cried Mr..
Dewbfry. "What next | wonder
| am your husband. Didn't you send
mo 10 look for robbers that were not
there, confound it all ?"
"Ofl yes, yes,"' answered Mrs. D.,
|suddesly remembering all about it.---
"Wait moment, James, and I'll let
you in J" and Mrs. Dcwberry got out
of bed and began groping her way
across the door. There being no light
in the room, she had not gone half a
yard before she put her foot into o
small bath tub that Mr.. d. had very
carclessly left full of water before re.
firing.
"Blcss mel" cried Mrs. Dewberry,
"wbat is tbal2" aud sho turned sud
denly around only to catch her foot in
the drugget, aud come down splashing
both hands in the water.
"What in the thunder are you atr'
demanded Mr.. Dewberry outside the
door. "Do you mean to let me in to-
night p
"Do be patient" gasped Mrs. d.
"I'm coming as soon as | get out Of
this sea of water"
"Sea Of water! why the woman
must be dreaming yet. viii you
wake up and he began pounding and
knocking again, with rcdoubled vigor.
"l'm coming, tell YOU" screamed
Mrs. d., and feeling around the wall
she soon put her hand on tho handle
of the closet door, which, supposing il
to be the room door, she unlocked and
opened wide. But as Mr.. Dcwberry
was not in the closet he did not come
out oft, and Mrs. ID. perceived nothing
but inky blackness Whcreupon she
slammed the door to, and uttering q
fearful scream, she jumped under the
bed and went into Mysteries.
By this time Mr.. Dcwberry had
come to the conclusion that the rob.
bers were in his wife's bed chamber; SC
rushing down stairs, he tore open the
front door, and ran out on the pave.
ment screaming murder, fire, thieves
and everything else he could think of,
at the top OF his voice A policeman
happening along, Mr.. D. collared him
at once, and telling him an incohorcnl
story of robbers killing his wife, fran
tically led the way TO his bedroom
door, where the hysterical sobs Of Mrs
ID. were pitiful to hear.
few well directed blows from ths
policeman's club soon broke open tb,
door, and Mr. Dewberry rushed in.
"Where are you, Susan 2" he de
manded, staring around the room.
Here, James, answered Mrs. D..
poking her nightcappcd head from un
der the bed, and diving back with 0
scream as soon as she caught sight o
the policeman and soot.bcgrimmcC
Dewbery
"Well, well" said the policeman, il
disgust, 81 don't see your robber-
You had better come down and lock
yonr door," and once more the shivcr
ing Dewberry descended the stairs.
BY this time his cries Of "Fire" hat
brought two engines to the spot, anC
when Mr.. Dowberry appeared at tb,
door with his light, the foreman, mis-
taking IL for the flames, instantly
turned the full force of his hose direct
ly al the person of poor Mr.. d., anC
before the policeman could explain Mr.
d. was swept off his feet and douset
from head to foot.
In pity ! will draw the curtain owe
the rest of that wretched night; bu
the last heard of Mr.. James Dew
berry, he was sick abed with an awfu
cold, and don't wonder at it.