Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1880-10-06


here? I hurriedly opened all the
presses. chests and cupboards in the
room. in hopes of finding substitute
for the lost article of my apparel. Moth
ing, nothing, only garments for the
fairer sex
"During all this time the duet of the
Secret Marriage had come to an end,
and [ heard people mounting the stairs.
"sWhere can he have gone to?' [
heard IN inquiring tones from the ladies
and gentlemen that had already reached
the landing before the door,
"What shall I do? Where shall [
hide? In one of the cupboards? I'm
possible, they are too low, and the bot
tom. boards would break under my
weight Here is bed!
"With one spring 1 dive into it and
pull the Counterpart up to my chin.
"The next moment the door opens and
Mrs. Pfeifer is the first to enter.
"sGood Heavens! what is the matter,
you frighten me! Speak! What is the
matter?' she cries with all the gestures of
fear and dread combined
"'Do not be offended, my good woman,
I replied in despairing tones, l was
taken dreadfully sick Here Imoaned
once or twice to give it effect.
Dreadfully sick, repeated my
hostess. Il will send for the doctor
Immediately
Then she called an old servant to
watch by me and the company retired.
After full half hour of torture, the
doctor, with whom 1 happily was ac-
quainted, appeared
"F'irst dome the favor of sending that
old woman away" I whispered, while he
was feeling my pulse. When we were
alone I told him the whole of the sad
tale, and wound up by telling him to get
me pair of pants at any price.
"Now here, can you not borrow pair
from your host?"
"'What are you thinking about?
am twice as tall as he is I exclaimed.
Remain here; [ will be with you in
half an hour.
$50 saying, the doctor took up hishat
and vanished.
81 hear the sympathizing Mrs. Pfeif-
er, who had taken her station as guard
out on the landing, inquiring my condi-
ton of him as he is going out.
"' Bad, very badly sick, my dear; no
one must go near HIM, is the answer.
"At the expiration of another half
hour the doctor returns.
"'M My God, what can be the matter,
what can that large parcel be for :? I hear
from the landing.
fThe doctor assures her that the con-
tents of the parcel are for external appli-
cation.
"The next moment he stands beside
my bed and unwraps the portion of
clothing in question.
"Now, says he, all out of breath,
get up quick and put these on
81 do as commanded, ard sink to the
shoulders In the immense pair of pants.
"'Pius! l shrek, from the depths of
the two huge cylinders. Plus! they are
much too large.
"After much rummaging about the
apartment, the knd-hearted doctor sue
ceeds in finding three hair-pins, by the
use of which the pants are made to di-
minish somewhat In size, but are yet
frightful enough.
Putting on an innocent face, [
company below. disappearance reused
again ? well in so short a time?
OuI uOClOI HAS WOTh0u d 0UC.,
were the EXPLANATIONS.
"Surely the fit of sickness did not
last very long" remarked old Seldom
mueller, but it must have been severe
for he has grown perceptibly thin during
the last hour"
"Did you not have grey breeches on
before your illness, and now they are
black ?" asked old papa Mehltheuer.
'You know that you are troubled
with color blindness. "My dear SIR"
answered the doctor, coming to my re-
lief, "that is the most beautiful light
grey you ever saw"
"That may also be caused by the
light" remarked bystander.
At last they were silenced, and, after
taking tea, we babe one another good
evening and departed.
Passing the porter on my way out, [
put my hand into my pocket for some
money to pay him for the use of his
fishing tackle, but drew it forth empty
You can imagine how [ felt. I nodded
to him, and he laughed in return.
What do you say to my story now?"
concluded my visitor
"Aha!" I replied, ''then that which
was found was your pair o.
''Certaiply, certainly. Hear the re-
mainder of the sad discovery: In
Moabit they have lately got on the track
of a suicide or murder whose mystery
is unusually difficult to solve, as nothing
has yet been found of the unfortunate
except pair of pants. If the owner of
the pants had been murdered it could
not have been for the purpose of robbing
him, as portmannaie containing almost
hundred marks was found in one of
the pockets; therefore it is most likely
case of suicide. It is to be hoped that
further researches will throw more light
on the subject.
Now understand you, I replied.
Tomorrow morning shall go to
Moabit and reclaim my lost property"
Why do you not go tonight I
asked.
He did not seem to take the hint.