The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1877-05-23

/ then who is the man in our brd9"
The man in our bed - said MIR Jones.
stW hatever do YOU mean?"
cob, Owen, dear, you can't tell what
| have gone through. \ cab came half
an hour ago, and brought you home
from the dinner: at least the cabman
said 1t was you, very tipsy, and fast
asleep, and he had your card and so
told him 10 put you'll mean to say him
in our room, and there he is now"
The devil he is" said Mr. Jones, Il
must have a look at this double;" and
seizing candle, he strobe up stairs
Presently he again entered the room.
Il think | see how the mistake hap
pened," said he. This fellow upstairs
was at the dinner tonight, and had had
more than was good for him mt m early
period of the evening He was rather
rude to me but it was no use to be
angry with a man in such condition,
so | merely handed him my cerd, and
told him when he returned to his senses
he might come and apologize, though l
can say had much expectation that he
would. What became OF him afterwards
| can't say. | smoked cigar with our
friend Grifiiths, and then walked les
urely home. Meanwhile / suppose this
fellow was too drunk to answer for him
self; and finding my card about him
they assumed it was his own, and sent
him here accordingly. The only thing
that puzzles me is that you didn't find
out the mistake"
''Well, dear, to tell YOU the truth, /
was so shocked and Mortified that YOU
| should be, as | supposed, in such con-
dition, that | would not even see YOU, or
let Mary do so either; so | sent her
down stairs, and told the cabman to take
the wretched man up to our room. But
whatever shall we do now? The idea of
filthy drunken man in our bed Its
too horrible"
eve mustn't be too hard on him, dear
l could see at Il glance that he was one
of our poorer brethren; | dare say hard
working sober man enough in general
way, but the temptation of good dinner
and unlimited liquor was too much for
him. Besides, dear, We must consider
| the occasion. 1t is the mmcmorill priv
ilege of every Welshmnn TO ct drunk, if
he likes, on ST. Davis Nv Some Of
us waive it, but that's not to the purpose
We must move into the spare room for
tonight, that's all. You had better
give Mary orders accordingly; and at
the same time it will be as well to restore
my blackened character by showing her
that | am not quite so far gone as she
imagines."
Mrs. Jones rang the bell.
go, Owen" she said, kissing him fond
ly, and still wavering between smiles and
tears, ''its such relief, can't tell you.
| am so thankful it wasn't you"
Mary's face, when she opened the door
was picture.
''Lor, ma'am! Lor, sir !" she exclaimed
looking from one to the other.
cit is all right, Mary" said her mas
ter. "You will be relieved to hear that
the gentleman upstairs is another Mr..
Jones. There has been little mistake,
| that's all and your mistress and | are
going to sleep in the spare room"
CHAPTER III.
Evan Jones woke on the morning fol-
lowing the eventfuI dinner hot and fever
ish, with tremendous headache and an
agonizng feeling Of thirst
80, my poor head! he groaned.
BETSY, my gal, imagining his wife was
beside him, "for mercy's, sake get out
and give me drink of water, there's
| good soul"
There was no answer.
81 s'pose she's gone down stairs. O,
Tor, my head" and he tried to settle
himself to sleep again, but his parohed
| throat was unbearabIe. 81 must have a
drink of water if | die for it :" and he
unwillingly opened his eyes and dragged
himself into sitting position. halo, !"
! he exclaimed as his eyes fell on his I'M
accustomed surroundings. "Where the
deuce have / got to, and how on earth
did come here? Why, it's like fairy
tale. | must be a nobleman in disguise,
or one of them founding hospital chaps
come into a fortune. Jones, you old
fool, you're dreaming! ] amt, though.
| Lor', what bed and lace curtains and
marble tables; and what a lot of look
! ing-glasses! Pom my word, should like
never to get up any more. | must have
a glass of water, though. All that's
just heavenly. Now let me think bit.
| How did | come here? Lets see, what
was yesterday? Yes it must have been
yesterday that | went to the Welsh din
ner. remember going but | don't re
member coming away and judging from
my head this morning, I'm afraid must
| have been uncommon screwed. And
haven't been home all night My eyes,
whatll Betsey say? shall never hear the
last of it to my dying day."
At this moment our hero's reflections
were interrupted by knock at the cham
! Der door.
Come in" he shouted incautiously !;
Eat least, no; don't come in mean
what is it?"
The voice of Mary. the parlor maid,
replied
"Master's compliments, and he says
breakfast is ready for you, sir, when
ever you come down stairs"
"My respects to your master, and I'll
be down directly, miss" answered Jones.
"Well, that's comfort, anyhow" he
soliloquized, for, pom my word, l didn't
know whether | mighn't be given in GUS
tody for sleeping i'll other peoples beds
under false pretenses; or embezzling an
other gents house, or something of that
sort. How the deuce did l get here,
that's what beats mel"
Still vainly trying to solve the enigma,
Evan made hurried toilet, and finally,
with his head still aching as if 1t would
split, and looking wreck of yesterdays
| greatness, he left the room, and crept
slowly down stairs. The evidences of
wealth and luxury on every side, so un
| like his own humble belongings, awed
him, and having found his way down, he
would not venture into any of the sit
ting rooms, but modestly took his seat on
a chair in the haIl, and waited for the
development of events. Here he was
found after few moments by Mr.. Owen