The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1884-02-07
"Help helm ~ she cried.

ne doctor seemed 10 Dt nOufS IN com.
ing down. She was nearly in despair
again, but at length ne opened the dool
in his overcoaG and hat.
"Oh, Doctor Doctor let me i !" sale
the lady, quite hysterical. "Iour house
is warm; do let me i'll y
The doctor was of course astonishel
to see his fashionable neighbor, but hos
pitable and helpful.
"Will you go up and knock at the par
| tltiOn wall in your front room, Doctor
and try to wake Mr.. Davenport ?" asked
Mrs. Davenport, now in tears.
Eyes, madam, you say 50. But had
you not better spend the night here
quietly?
"What, next door to No. 80 Oh, no
couldn't, | must go home Please
Doctor, il it will not disturb Mrs. Mont
gomery, do go up and make a dreadful
noise at the head of Mr.. Davenport's bed;
it leans up against your parlor, for he al
ways hears your piano.
The doctor oheyed, and knocked loud
ly on the wall.
Mr.. Davenport heard distant thun-
| der in his dreams, turned over with bis
deaf ear up. and slept again.
After a half hours fruitless knocking
Mrs. Davenport consented to allow the
| sleepy doctor to retire to nis we'll earned
repose, whilst she declared that she would
rest as we'll as she could in an easy chair
down in his consu ting room.
Nos. 81, 80 and Al we're at peace al
last. and Mrs. Davenport, wrapped il
her cloak, and in a warm room. in the
house Of a neighbor and friend, grew
composed, and finally laughed at her ad
venture. 1t would be a good Joke next
| morning; but aS fer Orlando, her colored
waiter, there was lookout for him, ot
the blacklist
Then poor Mr.. Davenport, how alarm
ed he would be ! but she would watch
and see the servants begin to open the
| house, and steal IN before he walked up
so saying, she fell sound asleep in hel
chair
At length, Mr.. Davenport, like al
heavy sleepers, woke up suddenly and
entirely. He did not know Why, but ii
seemed to him that he had had dis
| turbed night. rs he lay trying to cot
lect his faculties, he heard the clock
strike four
''How very quiet Coraie is 7 said Mr.
Davenport, "Tired after her ball, sup
| pose
MIR Davenport listened to hear,
through the opened door and curtained
recess, the quiet breathing of his wife il
| the next room.
She was strangely still. And Mr. Da-
venport arose softly and crept in to see
what could be the matter
"Heavens ~ said he "nobody il
that bed 4 Coralie not at home at foul
o'cl0ck p
Mr.: Davenport paused q moment
Could the horses have run away CoulC
the coachman have been drunk That
had happened before. Could his poor
wife have been thrown. dragged ? No.
the idea was too horrible!
Could she have heta locked out
Mr.. Davenport felt the cold perspira-
ton start on bis brow. He rang every
bell in the house He proceeded to dress
himself He danced, in his agony and
agitation.
Then, as the sleepy servants began t(
appear, and one after the other disclaim
ed any Knowledge of their MISTRESS he
descended to the front door
There lay Mrs Daveuport's fan, hand
kerchief and gloves
Then Mr.. Davenport tore his hair
She had been there, to her own home
she had failed to gain admittance she
had either been ruthlessly carried off OF
she had committed suicide.
Mr.. Davenport tore his hair
"She may have gone to her sisters, oI
to some hoteI,' suggested her maid.
"What at three O'clock in the morning
lou wretched sleepy head" said Mr.. Ia
venport, wildly TO discharge Orlando
to 90 for the police, to rouse the world
these were AIr. Davenport's first ideas
He rang up every signal officer in town
The whole machinery of the police wa
set to work to find the missing lady.
Mr.. Davenport went after his coach
man. Though fully testifying thai b,
had been very drunk, he could swear tha
he had left the lady at her own door, a
about halt-past two in the morning
To take a carriage, to drive to Mrs
Davenport's sisters, to all the neares
hotels, these We're the duties which til,
wretched man took upon himself
In the meantime Mrs. Davenport slep
sweetly in the doctors arm chair, unit
the housemaid, coming in, uttered a lout
shrek, and called:
"Robbers "
TO pacity her, to rouse herself, to stel
calmly out Of the doctors front door, ant
then into her own house, was but tn
work OF moment.
Mrs. Davenport found her people a
home thoroughly awake, but where wa
Mr.. Davenport
He had left no tdings of himself H
Was wildly searching tor her. knowing
his temperament, Mrs. Davenport tel
sure that he would not return until he ha,
dragged the East River She was Il
home all right, and proceeded like a cain
woman to take Oft her ball dress, ant
satin shoes, and silken hose, and to pa
on dressing gown and lambs wool
and to take cup Of tea, to get warm
and then to reflect what should be don
with Mr.. Davenport's case.
1T will be ill all the papers, said he
prescient soul, "this evening at the yer,
farthest y
81 willtelegraph everywhere Y said sh
ringing for messenger boy.
''llullo ~ said Il man at the signal sta
ton, ''this is queer. Here is ii man try
ing to find his wife, and now there come
along woman who is trying to find he
husband, and they are both named-Da
venport.' y
81 dare say-nothing to- each other
common me-coincidence, said tn
telegraph operator, who had learned t
talk in jerks.
Let me see the number said the sig
nal man.
Number 80. Yes, it is the same queeI
case"'
wonder what it all means p
1T was late in the day before haggar
man was found standing on the brink Q
the East River, hugging fan, pair c
gloves and handkerchief.
Mr.. Davenport had evidently take
these for purpose of Identification.
When he was finally rescued and take
home, after the usual expressions c
mingled affection and disgust, anger JOY
reproach, and great contentment, whc
all married pairs will remember an
furnish for themselves, Mrs. DaveLpor
remarked, plaintively:
"Why did you not think Of DR.. Mont
gomery. and the speaking tube, dear ?"
81 don't know. L neUer thought Of it
How did yOu happen to, Coralle ?"
at acaS the cat ~ said Mrs. Davenport
gratefully.