The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-03-17
How Spinger put out a Cat.

MIR. JOSEPH SPINGER is a peaceable
WI married man who lives on Detroit
Street, near the Western city limits. He
has in his employ maid servant who has
a young man that not only calls regularly,
but often irregularly. The maid servants
beau is possessed of an appetite that re-
quires frequent satisfying, and during his
visit to the Spinger mansion, pies, dough-
nuts, cheese, cookies, cold meat, preserves
and other nutritious and palatable articles
disappeared like dew before the morning
sun, or hot griddle cakes before hired
man.
Since the panic has demoralized men and
things Springer has been trying to econo-
mize in various directions, and among 9TH
er leaks that he sought to stop was that of
feeding his hired girls beau. Springer
even went SO far as to tell his handmade
that she could only receive visits from her
lover on Wednesday and Saturday nights,
as the expense of fire, lights and provisions
five nights ont of seven was too much. The
maiden of all work pouted, burned the
toast and served dishwater coffee for sew
eral mornings but finally seemed to accept
the situation and resumed her wonted
cheerfulness.
Such was the state of affairs up to within
few nights since, when it appears " Sa-
rah's young man," unable to stand the
pangs of hunger or love until Saturday
night, raped at the kitchen door of Sprin-
gers house, and was admitted. About
eleven O'Clock p. M, the handmade, in
obedience to hint from her admirer, took
the lamp in hand and proceeded to the
cellar in search of something for him to eat.
Though she used every precaution not
to awaken the Springer family, asleep up
stairs, yet, as she opened the cellar door, a
strange cat bounded out into the room un-
beknown to her, and a moment later
emitted one of those sad and melancholy
howls that cats are wont to give when con-
cealed in strange room.
Mrs. Springer heard the cat yell, and
after digging at Springer's shins with heI
toe nails until he was awake, she said, "Go
down stairs, Mr.. Springer, and let that cat
out of the house." Springer hated the job,
but was forced to comply, and descending
the stairs in his night shirt and bare feet,
found himself in the dining-roo where
all about him was dark as pitch. The
maid servants beau had heard Springer
descending the stairs, and fearing that il
he were found there it might make trouble
in the family, began to feel his way to the
back door. In doing so, o,however, he tripped
over tho chair his sweetheart had beer
occupying, and fell headlong into clothes
horse full of garments which were being
dried by the kitchen stove. The clothes
horse struck the cat in its fall, and will
another howl Of misery, that animal begaI
to cavort around the room, scale the walls
and climb the tables seeking for and al
exit. "Great Moses what ails that cat p
said Springer, as he entered the kitchen
only to fall over the unfortunate lover, wh'
was trying to get untangled from th'
clothes horse and clothing.
Burglars burglars - yelled Springer
as he clunched the supposed thief beneath
him, who, in his struggles to get away, up
set the table full Of breakfast dishes,