Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1875-11-15

Illuminating sense OF his own sins ana
shortcomings.
Next morning it was bread and water
again. Nathan thought of Dorothy's
despised coffee and grumbled-at steak.
dive deserved it," thought Nathan.
there's no mistake about that. Poor,
darling little Dorothy how her heart Is
aching for me now. wish could
stroke down her hair just once. Oh, it's
hard to be treated so, even though l
know I am served exactly right. If |
ever get out of this hole alive Dorothy
will find me changed man."
The confused current of thoughts was
just eddying vaguely through his mind
when there was sound of steps and
voices in the long corridors without.
81 suppose they are going to put on
a strait waistcoat now,' thought Mr..
Tripler, with a resigned air. "Well,
there's nothing left for me but
to endure. | don't think I'm mad but
how long [ shall hold out sane under
these interesting concatenation of cir
cumstances is rather a doubtful ques-
tion."
Mr.. Tripler was mistaken about the
strait waistcoat-it was his keeper in
stead accompanied by two or three gen
tlemen-all profuse in apologies and
sympathetic CALCULATIONS.
"Such a mistake !" said one gentle
man, with a bald head.
80 awkward for you, my dear sir :"
said another middle-aged gentleman,
with Roman nose.
"But entirely unintentional, assure
you, SIR chimed in a third.
While Mr.. Tripler looked vaguely
from one to the other, he said
"Then I'm not mad, it seems ?" he
/ demanded
''Not a particle, sir l'' cried the three
committee men in chorus.
80 r' said Mr.. Tripler, 'I'm glad to
hear il"
Then the committee proceeded to in
form their involuntary guest how the
mistake had happened by which his
identity had been confounded with that
of his mysterious acquaintance of the
woods.
"We are very sorry" said the first
committee man, shaking Mr.. Tripler'
hand as if he had been the town pump.
80 am l, said Mr.. Tripler, laconlc-
ally.
Here is your hat and coat, sill" said
the second committee man. eve had
great difficulty in getting them away
from our friend in the incurable ward
who fancied they were the last dying
bequest of President Lincoln
And anything we can do to make al
atonement for the awkward mistake
would be pleasure, said the third
while the keeper eyed Mr.. Tripler dubi
ously, as if not altogether certain but
that he was little mad, after all.
When Mr.. Nathan Tripler reached
his home, all was the widest grief and
confusion there. Dorothy had had tht
woods searched, the river dragged, anC
the whole vicinity ransacked and wa'
in the nursery. Nathan walked straigh
in and put both arms around her.
"Here am, Dottie don't cry an.
more"
But Mrs. Tripler cried more than ever
ats only dream" she sobbed forth
'Nathan is dead"
.No, I'm not dead" said Mr.. Trip
Ter, with a grim sense of humor, "onl
I've been mad And quieting hi
wife's sobs. after while he told her al
his adventures. "And now is Dime
ready 2" he asked, ''for l am as hungr
as a bear"
Il haven't thing in the house t
eat, Nathan dear walled his wife,
81 don't care if it's nothing but DIR
: bread and molasses, Dottie," said th
! husband. 81 can tell you that asylur
took some of the nonsense out of me.
shall never grumble again, don't b
afraid"
And Dorothy frightened up. 1t wa
, the first time he had called her "Dottie
q or spoke so tenderly since their hone!
moon was in its crescent glow.
= He adhered to his good resolutions
: he never did grumble again. The as.
r lum had done him genuine good.
A WAY OUT FOR THE PARsoN.-"Ul
n Gle Pete" was asked to subscribe !
: cents to his parsons salary. Cant I
: it, tell ye. Kase dere's mighty hal
d times 'proaehin' on hyar !"
? ''0h, no, Pete, de craps IS good, al
IS we hab plenty money dis winter"
e "You'se fool : How kin dat
2 when | heer Mr.. Jeemes up der at {
bank say dat de ChlOraforney Bank dOl
'e busted jis like dat Freedman Bank did
4 Can't scribe nuthin', honey, but I'll leI
IS de preacher my wood-saw and buck
he wants to yearn sOm6n'.
Il VIsIT YOUR PARENTs.-lf you live
to the same place. let your steps be, If pc
Of sible. daily familiar in the old home
10 you are miles away-yea, many mil
aWav-make II vostr business To 90