The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1880-09-22

Everybody changed their positions.
All eyes were fixed upon the man OF
paragraphs. -.
him in a "copper"" said MIR. Bolton.
"Good heavensln exclaimed every
body. in simultaneous horror.
"Boiled him, gentlemenV' added Mr..
Bolton, with the most effective emphasis
-" boiled himi"
"And the particulars, Mr.. b." in
quired the hairdresser-" the particu-
larsP"
Mr.. Bolton took very long draught
of porter, and some two or three dozen
whiffs of tobacco, doubtless to instill
into the commercial capacities of the
company the superiority OF gentleman
connected with the press, and then said:
"The man was a baker, gentlemen.
livery one looked at the baker present,
who stared at Bolton. His victim,
being his son, also was necessarily the
son OF baker. The wretched murderer
had wife, whom he was frequently in
the habit, while in an intoxicated state,
of kicking, pummeling, flinging mugs
at, knocking down and half.killing while
in bed, by inserting in her mouth con-
siderable portion of a sheet or blanket"
The speaker took another draught,
everybody looked at everybody else, and
exclaimed: "Horridl'
"it appears in evidence, gentlemen"
continued Mr.. Boulton, "that on the
evening of yesterday, Sawyer the baker
came home in reprohensible state of
beer. Mrs, S.. connubially consderate,
carried him in that condition upstairs
inte his chamber, and consigned him to
their mutual couch. in a minute or
two she lay sleeping beside the man
whom the morrow's dawn beheld
murderer Entire silence informed the
reporter that his picture had attained
the awful effect he desired The son
came home about an hour afterward,
opened the door and went up to bed.
Scarcely gentlemen, conceive his feel
ings of alarm) scarcely had he taken
off his indescribables, when shrieks Ito
his experienced ear maternal shrieks)
scared the silence of surrounding night.
He put his indescribables on again, and
ran downstairs. He opered the door of
the parental bedchamber. His father
was dancing upon his mother. What
must have been his feelings! In the
agony of the minute he rushed mt his
male parent us he was about to plunge
knife into the side of the female. The
mother shrieked. The father caught
the son (who had wrested the knife
| from the paternal grasp) up in his arms,
carried him downstairs, showed him into
a copper OF boiling water among some
linen, closed the lid, and jumped upon
the top of it, in which position he was
| found with a ferocious countenance by
the mother, who arrived in the melan-
choly wash-house just us ne had so
settled himself.
Where's my boyP' shricked the
mother.
LIN that copper, boiling coolly re
piled the benign father.
"Struck by the awful Intelligence.
the mother rushed from the house, and
alarmed the neighborhood. The police
entered minute afterward. The father,
having boIted the wash house door. had
bolted himself. They dragged the life
less body of the boiled baker from the
caldron, and, with a promptitude com
mendable in men of their station, they
Immediately carried it TO the station.
house. Subsequently the baker was ap-
pretended while seated on the top of 9
lamp-post in Parliament street, lighting
his pipe"
The whole horrible ideality of the
mysteries of Udolpho, condensed into
the pithy effect of ten-line paragraph
could not possibly have so affected the
narrator's auditory. Silence the pureSt
and most noble of all kinds of applause
bore ample testimony to the barbarity
of the baker, as well as 10 Bolton'
knack of narration; and it was only
broken after some minutes had elapsed
by interjectional expressions of the in
tense indignation of every man present
The baker wondered how British
baker could so disgrace himself and tn,
highly honorable calling to which h,
belonged; and the Others INDUCED in ;
variety of wonderments connected will
the subject; among which not the leas
wonderment was that which was awak
ened- by the genius and information o
Mr.. Robert Bolton, who, after a glow
ing eulogium on himself, and his un
speakable influence with the daily press
was proceeding. with a most solemn
couutenance, 10 hear the pros and con
of the Pope autograph question, when
took up my hat, and left.