The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1877-05-24

"That's the name right enough.
Here's the card they give me: MIR.
Owen Jones, No. 99.' Well, look here,
miss, I've brought your master from the
Welsh dinner. He've been enjoying of
his wine a goodish bit, should say, and
l can't wake him up nohow."
You don't mean to say he's taken
too much?"
"Well, miss, that depends. 1 don't
think myself, in q general way, gen.
tleman can take too much; the more the
merrier, says. But he's pretty far
gone, anyhow"
The maid rushed in to her mistress,
who was sitting in the dining room
go ma 'am, here's master come back
in cab from the Welsh dinner, and the
cabman says he's fast asleep and quite
tOsticated."
Nonsense, Mary" said her mistress
angrily, and advancing into the hall;
"there must be some mistake
"No mistake, me'm," said the cab
man, touching his hat respectfully.
"Ive brought the gent from the Welsh
dinner, and here's his card.''
"Good heavens!'' said Mrs. Jones,
recognizing her husbands card, "it is
too true, o dear, how ever shall sur
vive this shocking disgrace? Mary, 90
down stairs l know | can rely upon you
not to say word of this dreadful mis-
fortune to the other servants
Mary retired accordingly, and Mrs.
Jones continued:
Cabman, must ask you to assist
Mr.. Jones up to his bedroom; it is the
front room on the first floor; you will
find the gas ready lighted. | can give
you no help; for 1 think it would kill me
to see him in such condition.
"Lor, don't take on so, ma 'am," said
the cabman, good-naturedly; g it amt
nothing when your used to it. Why,
some o. them nobs does it every night
My old horse'll stand as steady as a
church, and I'll have the genelman up
stairs in Il jiffy."
Poor Mrs. Jones returned into the dim
ing-room, holding her handkerchief to
her eyes; and after moments pause
she was made aware, by S. 1T of scuf-
fling in the passage, accompanied by ex-
carnations of "Wo-ho," +" g Hold up,''
and other calculations of horsey ma
ture, that the cabman was assisting Mr..
Jones up stairs. After an interval of
about ten minutes, which seemed an
age, he reappeared at the dining-room
door, and said, in a confidential man
ner:
give got the gent into bed quite com
| Portable, mum. He was a little orkard
to undress, but done him at last, prop
er; and he's sleeping like babby."
"Owen and sober" she exclaimed
then flung herself into his arms, and
went into fit of decided Mysteries.
"My darling wife, what on earth il
the matter?''
"Oh, Owen, / am so thankful, +" sale
the little wife, as soon as her sobs woul(
let her speak, l am thankful. Bu
then who is the man in our bedp"
"The man in oar bed9" said Mr.
Jones. "Whatever do you meanP"
"Oh, Owen, dear, you can't tell wha
/ have gone through. A cab came hal
an hour ago, and brought you home from
the dinner; at least the cabman said i
was you, very tipsy, and fast asleep, ant
he had your card; and so [ told him t.
put you-I mean to say him-in ou
room, and there he is now"
"The devil he isl said Mr.. Jones
81 must have a look at this double o
mine;" and, seizing a candle, he strod
up stairs. Presently he again entere'
the room.
81 think I see how this mistake hap
pened," said he. Is This fellow up stair
was at the dinner tonight, and had hat
more than was good for him at an earl,
period of the evening. He was rathe
rude to me; but it was no use to be angr
with man in such a condition, so
merely handed him my card, and toll
him when he returned to his senses h
might come and apologize, though
can't say | had much expectation tina
he would. What became of him after
wards / can't say. | smoked a ciga
with our friend Griffiths, and then walk
ed leisurely home. Meanwhile | sup
pose this fellow was too drunk to answe
for himself; and, finding my card abou
him, they assumed it was his own, AM
sent him here accordingly. The onl
thing that puzzles me is that yow didn'
find out the mistake.''
"Well, dear, to tell you the truth,
was so shocked and Mortified that yo
should be, as 1 supposed, in such con
dition, that I would not even see you, o
let Mary do so either; so / sent he
down stairs, and told the cabman to tax
the wretched man up to our room. Bu
whatever shall we do now? The ide
, of filthy drunken wretch in our bed
, It's too horrible
ave mustn It be too hard upon hin
dear. / could see at glance that h
was one of our poorer brethren; dan
say hard-working sober man enough
( general way, but the temptation of