The National tribune., 1878-05-01
Mr.. BosbyscheIl's Confession.


He climbed over it, although there apparent rea
son why he should get into the yard in that way And
he climbed the gate with afecation of great stealth
and with reality of great difficulty.
He slammed himself UP against the gate with great vio
ence and terrific crash and closed eye and looked
around him at the midnight solitude and said "-ah
several times.
Then he cambered the top of the gate and kicked
against with his feet he scrambled up and made such
racket that every dog South Hill woke up and began
calling all the other dogs rs+nes while Mr. Bosbysche
balancing himself top of the gate ratified it so m
riously in his unsteady violence the dogs could scarcely
hear each other, and Mr. B. repeatedly put hand to
his mouth and said -sh p in the same warning tones
and wnked, in very aborous and uncertain manner, in
the several and general directions of the noisy and nvs
BILE dogs to Indicate that he doing something power
fu sly, and wanted to keep most awful shady about it.
Then he began to climb over and let himself down the
inside of the gate.
Now the gate was unfastened and when Mr. Bosbysche
transferred his weight to the inside, flew wide open
banged itself up against the fence and Mr. Bosbysche
he let himself down the sidewalk, the outside of
the fence distorted his face into such an expression OF
malignant and fiendsh cunning would have silenced
every dog the hll could they have it. Then with
stealthy steps he tiptoed the in zigzag
ner holding finger his lips to impress the sleeping
world and the yoiceess night around MIN with silence
while ne pursued his cautious way he supposed to his
own front door
His amazemenl when he found another row of shade
trees another fence and another closed gate confronting
him. simply colossal He stared until his eyes ached
then declaring that 1t was pei ly ncrepemsWeb py
which he understood to convey the idea that it
perfectly incompehensibe he retraced his steps and
after staring very hard at his open gate plunged through
it, buged up the front steps, fell against the front door,
and while he struggled to gain erect posture, said
''-Sh! at warning intervals
Some one figure arrayed in white with frlls around
its head and blood in its eye let him in and he lunged
with easy grace the first chair that past him,
after he had made several vain attempts himself
the piano The reproachful figure of Mrs Bosbysche
regarded him with calm severity and her icy silence made
him feel uncomfortable.
Moggareck he said thicky, but with grave earnest
ness, "Moggareck (1rs Bosbyschell's front is
Margaret " Fve-hic--fve gotta-gotta quickened cos
SAT whatqn asked Mrs. Bosbyschell in calm disdain
"A quicked coshience repeated Mr. Bosbyschell. "a
quicked coshence. A-hic-rve got something omnly
min, Maggart I've gotta-hc cofessiol- -codfesson
gottacoffession make
.sYou can make it in the morning she said imperi
ously :" am going TO bed You may sleep where yor
please or rather, where you can. 7
NAV, protested Mr.. Bosbysche, with much vehe
menoe, can tcantwait hc; cangots sleep 18th tn sloaC
ommy-ommy mind Got cohesion tmake, an mus
a-beena load onmy mind long time. Been-hic-carry
in guilty secret round 18th me too long. Quicked Gosh
fence won ginme-won gimIly nope-hic--no peace
Mus tell you. SuInpn', Mogert sunpin' III s'prise you
I've
''Mercy on me man = exclaimed Mrs Bosbyschell
startled from her composure what haze you been doing
Tell me quick, tell me, for heavens sake,
':MoggaTt " said Mr. Bosbyschell, Its eumthin' y
Hcl Spec IL pigh drive yo cracy saw ,9S st thn
bout il, Y'y'wouldn b'lieve it OF me, Margart yy
woudn'. I've been"
Speak! shrieked the almost frantic woman, Tn
wild with suspense Speak, tell me all quick! Oh, ooul
tear her eyes out Tell me, you brute what is her name
"Wh-wh--hic! Who sh who!'' demanded Mr. Bos
byschell in blank amazement
The woman. you wretchl'' screamed his wife; s'wh
is the woman? ~
''oh, shaw, Moggart'' calculated Mr.. Bosbysche
tain' th-hic--that Wussen that. Smore dreadful
Hic. Smore crushin'. You-hic, ywon't hardly b'iev
it-hic-w'en tell ye Moggart"
,Speak! walled the anxious woman, wringing he
hands, speak; let me know the worst What have yo
been dong2"
Margar,n said Mr. Bosbyschel solemnly, and wit
the air of man upon whom quickened conscience ha
wrought its perfect work 'Margart, he said nervin
himself for the shock of confession, AIargart ve-hi
I've been drinking -
There was dull heavy sound, the ottoman carome
Mr. Bosbyschell's head, and he looked from hi
recumben posture under the piano just in time to
form robed in snowy white speed swiftly up the hall stair
with expression of disgust ON its marble features An
out the skies the eternal stairs looked down at
swinging gate and peeped in at the sleeping figure unde
the piano and winked at the drowsy hall lamp that ha
smelled much whisky it had burned itself in wh
ky fit and the sad, voiceess spirit of the night til
front fence and brooded with tender mystery over th