The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1876-01-01
Forcible Entry.

1t happened out on South Bill,
nine thousand miles from Maple
street. The man said if we located
1T anywhere near Maple street
he'd cut our lungs out, and al
though we dearly love the truth,
we love our life more, and have
therefore violated the truth at
least seventy-five times in loca
ting this item, in order to save
our lite which is dear to a commu
nifty that we love to serve.
Well, the mans wife had taken
up the carpet in the bath room
the day before, ard put up all the
crooked tacks in saucer, and
put it on a chair. 1t is a marvellous
thing why women will always
save taclls that come out of the
carpet, although it is a matter of
record that ont of the countless
millions Of tackS thus laid by, not
one was ever used again save Ill
the soles of the bare masculine
feet.
They, the tacks, not the feet,
are slowed away in saucers up on
high shelves in dark closets, and
in all sorts of out of the-way
places. And Oh these dusty per
ches they remain until the corro-
ding hand of time, and dust and
spider webs, and dead flies, and
flakes of white. wash, and old bits
of rOsin, and chuck of sealing,
wax, and old steel pens, and simi
lar accumulations, have filled the
saucer'to overlooking, when it is
taken down and thrown away by
the woman, who petulantly won
ders who under the .sun put all
that trash in the saucer and stuck
1t up there. And nine times out Of
ten she charges the crime on her
husband. The tenth time she de.
elares 1t was the hired girl. Aud
always, before the saucer Of crook
cd tacks Ia slowed away on the
shelf, 1t Is stuck around for three
or four days on chairs aud IN cor.
hers ofthe room, spilling out occa
siollal tecks Oh the carpet OF every
bedroom in the house. which fills
the masculine soles with agony,
and larken the air of the bed
room with inartistic but forcible
profanity
Nothing is SO painful as crook
ed tack i'll the middle of ones foot
A broken heart doesn't hold half
SO much anguish, and Il boil is u
blessing in comparison.
This man who lives so far from
Maple street had a splendid bath,
and Wien he had rubbed his skin
into glow with crash towel as
rough ais a pigs back, he gather
ed his socks, and, backing up to
the only chair in the room, sat
down to put them on.
Every tack in that saucer saw
him coming down.
Every last tack smiled in anti
cipation of the denouement, and
stood on its head anIl reached for
him.
! Every last solitary individual
and collective tack fetched him,
got him and held to him.
He dropped his socks and rose
from the chair with an abruptness
that knocked his head against the
ceiling. He came down and waltz
ed wildly round and round the
room, shrieking and yelling, gyra.
ting madly with his arms, while
his eyes stuck out 80 far they huug
down. He howIed until the neigh
bors besicged the house, yet he
wouldn't let any of them in.
At last his yells died away, but
they could hear his breath hiss
between his set teeth, while al
short intervals would come a yell
supplemented by the remark,
s'There's another out"
In about three-quarters of al
hour the yells ceased entirely, tht
window was opened and show
er of tacks fell over the assembled
and wondering multitude, while {
saucer SKINNED across the stree
and smashed against the side of ;
house opposite.
| Nobody knows what ails the
man, for he will not tell any one
u thing about it. Bat he take.
his meals oft the mantelpeice, al
the same, and when he sits h'
sits down OH his hip, for all th
world as though he wore a ''tie'
back But he doesn't. It's u tacl
ed back that ailS him.