The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1875-11-04

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II g eaafasion II ! aot. attend TO i
prtseHti,
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pshea wilh huge yellow hauoHs, " wboe,
b.ligsHee vas considerably aFnishsd.
70 lisa AS, y Ashs lssre sni, gresAee
Mr. 91fp-t q 4 "A lh.el 40 dissass
nlEN - iiwciF home se8 get some.
liing dcoen,. 4 man woald be hooted
ihfoagh the sirspis " Nm loEk II b,
rrulurea 70 make his appearance 10 sucl
s.ntnme ss this
lIe re~, typfhsi away tie chill drVp'
"A er-Iarafok lJeom bk istsheae and
va. e., y vlaacsog the cefh 70 Ak pnck.
ct handkerchief Ia It's resliug place
when be was suddenly asped from
bebind aud thrown skililully 10 the
ground.
] We'll, we We eoicbcd you Al last, my
hearty, said bury uan who stood over
him, v wbiie another had boand both bis
hnud. and leet together before he could
dnd words or breath to remonstrate,-
Yoa thought you were going to give us
The sip, he,f Come, II isn't worth while
t. cut up like that, you know, uuless yon
want the strait .cket brought out.
Strait jacket! aasped Tripler, what do
i want Of a straigh' jaeset2
4 Nothing, nuless yon behave yourself
umuly like. Steady, tbenl Tom, bring
Up he wagon.
4 Where are yon taking me to? remon-
straled our hero, as he was tambled into
a one-borse wagon,
10 the asylum, 10 be sure, where you'd
have been Two hours ago IL you hadu't
been little TOO spry tor the stage driver
aud your keeper.
+ Light began to dawn upon the troubled
chaos Of Mr.. Triplcr's much bewildered
mud.
Us all mistake, my good felIows-a
ridiculous mistake, he exclaimed, for I'm
noi madman.
4 No, If course not; we know you're
not, Of course, responded the larger OF
the Two with wink to his oo.npanion--
4 Drive on Tom.
/ But am not, indeed; you are mistsk-
I ing me Tor SOMEONE else--a man who ha,
ju,t now forced me TO exchange hats and
coats With him aud went down Into the
woods--he is the madmanl
On, mol guess not, said the big keep
er, with fearful attempt at = pleasant
irony.
Good men, you are laboling under
very singular delusion, demonstrated the
victim, trying 10 speak plainly between
the j,ting Of the wagon aud bis own ex-
citemenl; AM Nathan Tripler Of Mo-
join Street.
On, yes, said the keeper, lighting q
cigar, yesterday you was Napoleon Be-
naparte, aud to-day you're Nathan Trip
Ter, aud tomorrow likely as net-you'il
be King of the Sandwich Islands; I've
heard this kind o. lalk aforei
Tlipler's heart began to stand still with
uudefned horror as he asked himself was
| this dream? or was he actually TO be
Immured within the high stone walls OF
/ the asylum he had SO often walked past
with feeling of dread and horror be-
you'd all description, The life long victim
OF some hardly credible mistskei In
Nan he reasoned, argued, protested; bis
words fell on The unheeding ears OF his
conductors like drops OF rain pattering
! upon the stony sur face of Table Rock,
uutil at length he arnved-more dead
lnan aiye Into an apartment At the end
of long row Of similar ones.
II was lighted aud ventilated by an
ron grating in the door, with cores
/ pIndiug window high upon the wall,
aud furnished with narrow couch and
stand built into the wall, and there.
Mr.. Nathan Tfipler, released irum his
eobiiniug bonds, was left to enjoy the
uninterrupted society OF bis own cheer
ICES meditaliUns.
| II eau / be possiblel ! mast be asleep
aud dreaming thought Nathan.
But It was possible, aud he never was
wider awake Ia his lite.
Towards evening, pitcher Of water
aud piece OF bread were dealt ont to
him. Mr. fripler ate 1t under sort OF
mental protest to relieve the gnswing
sensation OF faintness that was at his
ynals.
What woaId give for one of DoFo-
/ llA : hot biscuits, thought the wretcbed
captive. Ny poor little Dorothyi have
been too aafd upon her. Suppose |
should die without being able to tell how
ashamed ! am of having been such a
lOrutcl
Il was not The dry bread that ehoked
Nathan lripler just then-it was the hu
initiating seuse of his own sins aud short
comhgs.
Nexl morning Il was bread and water
again Nathan thought Of Ddrothy's de-
.pi-ed Zee aud gfnmbled at steak.
I've deserved IL, thought Nathan,
there. no mistake about that. Poor,
darling, little Dorothy! how her heart is
aching iur me now. wish | could
stroke down her hair just once. Oh, it's
bard to be ifesied 50, even though |
know am served exactly right. II |
ever pei out OF this boe alive, Dorothy
sfftt 6ud ,n. . eh.ayed man