The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1878-06-08
A Quickened Conscisnce.
Mr.. BosBYsCHELL MAKRs A THR RIBLE
CONFESSION To HIS WIFE.

It Was very late SATURDAY. piyht
when Mr.. Bosbyschell came home. Il
was very nearly Sunday norning: He
did not come in the !usoal way. He
did not open the gate. He climbed
over it. although thsre WAS no appar.
ent reason why he should get into the
yard 10 that wsy. And In climbed on
the gate With an affectot3on of prsak
stealth and with reality of great diffi-
Guilty.
He slammsd himself mp against the
gate with great vislsnee and 8 terrible
crash. and clsssd one Sye and looked
around him at the midaight solitude
and said 'shr several nnos. -
Then he clsmbersd 10 ths Top of the
oAts end kicked aoninst y wasAr -
feet as he scrambled up end aods such
. racket that every dog on South Hill
woke up and began calling oil the
other dogs names. while Nr. Bosby-
scheli. balancing himself on the top Of
the gate ratified it 30 furiously, in his
unsteady violence, the dogs could
scarcely hear each other, and Mr.. B.
repeatedly put one hand to his mouth
and said 'shl' in the same warning
tones. and winked. in avery laborious
and uncertain manner, in the several
and general directions of the noisy and
invisible dogs, TO indicate that be wss
doing something powerful sly. and
wanted to keep most awful shady about
it. Then he began to climb over and
let himself down on the inside Of the
gate. 80
Now. the gate was not fastened. aud
when Mr.. Bosbyschell Transferred his
weight to the inside. it few wide OPEN
banged itself up against the fence, dis
torted his face into such an expression
of malignant and fendish cunning q
would have silenced every dog on the
hill, could they have seen it. Then
with stealthy steps he tiptoed across
the street in zigzag manner, holding o
finger at his lip 70 impress the sleeping
world and the voiceless night around
him with silence, while he pursued
his cautiousjwsy, as he supposed. to
his own front door.
His amszement, when he found sno.
ther' row of shade trees. smother fence.
and another closed gate confronting
him. was simply colossal. He stared
until his eyes ached. then declaring it
was 'pefly increprehomsivel.' he re.
traced bis steps. and after staring very
hard at bis own gate plunged through
it, bulged up the front steps, fell
against the door, and while struggling
to regain an erect posture. said 'sh!' ut
warning intervals.
Some one. a figure arrayed in white.
with frills around its head and blood in
its eye, let him in. and he lunged with
easy grace into the 6rst chair that went
past him; after he mad made several
vain attempts to seat himself on the
piano. The reproachful figure of Mrs.
Bosbyschell regarded him with calm
severity, and her icy silence made him
feel uncomfortable.
.Moggarsck.' he said. thickly, but
with great earnestness, 'Pve-hic-Fve
got Q quicked Conscience.
A WHAT asked Mrs. Bosbyschell in
calm disdain.
A quickened coshience,' repeated
Mr.. Bosbyschell. "A quicked con-
shiencs. A-hic--I've got something
emmi min. Noggsreck. I've gotta
offsssiel-gotta cohesion Ia mtksP~
You can make it in the morning.
che said impsriously. i am going to
bed You can sleep where you please.
or rather where you can
Nav protested Mr.. Bosbyschell.
with much vehemence, 'can't--cantwait;
bic cantgot sleep 18th th'sload omny-
ommy mind. Got confession t'maks.
an mus'-mus' make it. Done suthin'.
Moggart. hic-been-been .a-beena
load ommy mind long time. Been
hic-carryin' guilty secret round 18th
me too long. Quicksd coshiencs won
gimms-von' gimmy nope-hic-no
peace. Mus tell you, sumpin. Msgert
sumpin' IL s'priss you. I've
Mercy on me, mani exclaimed Mrs.
Bosbyschsll, startled from her compo-
sure. what hace you been doingv Toll
me quick tell me for heavens sake !!
.Mosgart.' said Mr. Bosbyschell. its
sumthin' We nev-hic-nsver suspect
suspected. It'n mos kill ye. Hic !!
Spec it'll nigh drive ye crazy. Saw.
full t think bout it, Y-y wouldn'
b'Iievs i. Of me. Msrpart, we
wouldn'. I've been
Speak shrisked the almost frantic
woman. I'm wild y with suspsnss
Speak! Tell ms all quick Oh! !
could tear her eyes out Tell me. you
brute, what il her nsmes Who 10 shet
.Wh-wh-hicS Who'sh whsf' de-
mandsd Mr.. BosbyscAell. in blank
amazement.
The woman. you wretch !! screamed
his wife. Who 10 the womanf
oh. shaw. Moggars.' calculated Mr.
Bobyschell, tain th-hic that. Wus-
can that. 'Smore dreadful. 'Smors
crushiu'. You--hic, you won't hardly
blisvs i,--hio-whsn tell ye. Neg
CART
Speak, walled the anxious woman.
wringins her hands, 'let me know the
worst. What have you been doingf'
.Moggsrt.. said Mr.. Bosoyschsll. col
emnly and with the air OF man upon
whom a quicksned conscience had
wrought its perfect work. 'Mosgart. he
said. nsrving himself for the shock OF
confession. .Moggart. I've -hic-ive
been drinking
There was dull heavy sound - the
ottoman carrsned on Mr.. Bobyscheifs
head and he looked out from his recnm-
bent posture under the piano just IN
time to ses 8 form robed IN snowy
wh;,s speed swiftly up the hall stairs
with an expression of disgust on its
r.,I,,a fsatnres. Aud out in the azure
.L;ss the eternal stars looked down at
the swinging gate. and peeped IN .,
ths .leeniue figure under the piano and