Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1874-11-21

for me now. 1 wish | could stroke down
Ter hair just once. ooh, its hard to be
treated so, even though know I'm served
exactly right. If | ever get ont Of this
hole alive. Dorothy will find me a changed
man.
The confused current Of thoughts woS.iuyt
cddying vaguely through his mind when
there was sound of steps and voices in tie
long corrodor without.
IL suppose they're going to put on
strait waistcoat now,' thought Mr.. Triprr,
w,,h resigned air "Wel. there ) nothing
left for me but to endure Idon't think | m
mad; but how long shall hold out sane
under these interesting concatcnation of cir
cumstances is rather doubtful question"
But Mr.. Tripler was mistaken about the
strait waistcoat-it was his keeper instead,
accompanied br two or three gentlemen
all profuse in apologies and sympathetic
CALCULATIONS.
"Such mistake" said one old gentle
man, with bald head.
$50 awkward for you, my dear SIR" said
another mddle-aged gentleman, with
Roman nose.
But entirely unintentional, assure you,
sir" chimcd in third.
While Mr.. Tripler looked vaguely from
one to another he said, >
Then I'm not mad, it seems? he de-
mandcd.
Not particle, SIR" cried the three
committee men in chorus.
"Oh" said Mr.. Tripler, "Im glad to
hear it!''
Then the committee proceeded to inform
their involuntary guest how the mistake had
Happened by which his identity had been
coniounded with that of his mysterious ac-
quantance of the woods.
"Wc are very sorry said the first COM
mittec-man shaking Mr.. TripIcrs hand as
if it had been the town pump.
$50 am l." said Mr.. Triplcr, iaconically.
"IIere is your hat anl coat. sir, sad the
second Committeeman. owe had great
difficulty in getting them away from our poor
friend in the Incuntbe Ward, who tanciel
they were the last dying bcquc,t of President
Lincoln.
"And anything we can do to make any
atouemcnt for the awkward mistake would
be Il pleasure" said the third while the
keeper eyed Mr. Tripler dubiously, a. if not
altogether certain but that he WAS Il lit,lc
mad after all.
Vixen Mr.. Nathan Tgiplcr reached his
home, all Was the widest grief and con-
fusion there Dorothy had had the woods
searched, the river dragged, and the whole
yirinnge rn;lslckcd and WAS now in Mysteries
in the nursery. Nathan walked straight in,
and pat both arms aronnd her.
Here am, potlc!' Don't cry any
more"
Bot Ms Tripcr cried more than ever.
"lt'> only drram,' she aobbcd forth.
"Nathan is dead =
NO, I'm not daad,' said Mr.. Triplcr,
with grim sense of humor. 'only I've been
mad And quicting his wiEc'S sob, after
a while. he told her all his adventures.
"And now is dinner rcady?' he asked, "f'r
Fam as hungry as a bear
II haven't a thing in the house fit to eat,
Nathan DEAR walled his wife.
81 don't care if its nothing but dry bread
and mo}as~e~, Dottic,' said the husband.
II can tel! you tImta-ylum took some OF the
nonsense ont Of me. | shall never grumblc
again, don't BE- afraid.
And Dorothy frightened up. 1t was the
first time he had called her 'Dpttie,' or
spoken so tenderly, Since their honeymoon
was in its crescent glow.
lie adhered to hi, good rcsoutons-ho
never did grumblc again. Tnc asylum had
done him genuine rood