Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1878-01-18

noring the sufferings of the clergy
man and his wife. They spread
cake on the table, and, devouring it
without plates, scattered the crumbs
over the new carpet. One Young
man, having laid a large piece #
iellv cake on the spfa, subsequently
sat down on it, and Mrs. SAWYER felt
that she would gladly Join the
Church of Rome on condition that
the medievll tortures of the Inouisi
tIon should be revived, and she her
self delegated to apply them to that
particular young man. After having
reduced the furniture to that state
of grease that it was no longer safe
to sit down, the miscerants gathered
around the piano and sung "What
Shall the Harvest be?" until Mr..
Sawyer, mild as he was. regretted he
could not take sharp scythe and
reap an immediate and bloody har-
vest. While these bIood-curdling
outrages were in progress in the par
lor, the good small boy kept himself
carefully ont of the room. He was
MT, however, wasting his time in
idle rage. He, too. heard the melo-
dious inquiries as to the harvest, and
remarked to himself that they
would find out all about the harvest
if they would only wait a few min
utes. Meanwhile he was busily en-
gagged in carrying pals of water and
empIing them on the front step, and
along the walk leading from the
front door gate. The night was cold
and the water froze rapidly. Under
his admirable management the ice
acquired an unusually smooth and
slippery character, and when the
work was thoroughly done the
small bov retired to the second story
front window and waited for the sur
prise party to break up. The moon
was at its full, and shone brightly
when the first pair of miscreants-
the young man who sat on the iellv-
cake and a heavy young lady to
whom he was engaged-issued from
the front door and sat down with
tremendous emphasis. Close behind
them came the rest of the raiders,
who with one accord strewed them
selves over the ground, until in
some places they were collected
three or four deep. The shrieks of
the ladies and the stronger remarks
of The men filled the air. No sooner
would struggling wretch regain
his feet when he would set down
again with renewed violence. The
affrighted clergyman and his wife
gazed with wonder at the appalling
spectacle, and the good small boy
never ceased to sing "What Shall
the Harvest Be" at the very top of
his lungs-interspersing that stirring
hymn with wild 'whoop' whenever
a particularly brilliant pair of stock
ings waved in the air. Although
onl Y three persons sustained fatal
injuries there was scarcely member
" OhO 'Stb WIZ CoCdpOu MlGHOub
more or less serious wounds, either
of body or clothing. Seventeen legs,
two ribs, six arms and nose were
broken; five ankles and SIX wrists
were sprained and one shoulder was
dislocated. The icy pavement was
strewed with fragments of teeth,
spectacles, coats, trousers and
skirts, and Master Sawyer picked up
enough copper and silver change
the next morning to enable him to
buy twelve tickets in rattle for a
broken shotgun, and to subscribe
handsomely to the missionary fund.
1t is generally believed that there
will never be another surprise party
in BroOkfeld, and it is under contem-
plation among middle-aged house.
holders to present Master Sawyer
with a service of marbles, and a life
membership in the Foreign Mission
ary Society as a testimony of their
esteem and gratitude.