The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1884-02-23

I'LL.
Mr.. Solomon Jessamy, left alone with
his blighted scientific experiment, }"
danced around about it in frenzy of
wrath, uttering mingled lamentations
and maledictions.
Suddenly hand was clapped on his
shoulder, and hoarse chuckling voice
rumbled into his ear:
"I've got you now!'
"Who are your barked out Mr.. Jes-
samy, turning so abruptly that the green
goggles fell off bis nose and tumbled in
to the grass. care you aware, sir, that
you are trespassing on private proper
tyP"-to = second individual, tall and
spare, and apprehensive-looking, who
kept at q safe distance.
"Come, now, none of thatr' cried he,
as Mr.. Jessamy tried to wriggle out OF
the grasp of the shorter and stouter Of
the two. who was holding him, as it
were, in wise. mo violence-it will
do no good. Solitary confinement
that is the thing! Hold on to him, Fisk.
That's right. Into The boat with him"
And before Mr.. Jessamy could raise
his voice to halloo for help, they were |
darling down the river as fast as a
strong arm and pair Of broad-bladed
oars could propel them.
"What Is the meaning Of this-this
outrageP" he painted.
SOLITARY confinement that's the
thingp' said the tall gentlemaa-"Soli-
tary confnementr'
Mr.. Jessamy stared; curious sensa-
ton came over him, as If he were his
own seven-year-old boy. going to be
shut up for getting into passion.
"Ehr' he faltered. Gam madp"
The short, stout man grinned; the tall
one nodded oracularly.
ga lucid interval. most probably"
said he. eau the better, Simpson; it will
not be necessary to handcuff him.
Mr.. Jessamy jumped up in the boat.
The tall man and the short man fell
on him with one accord, and forced him
back into his seat; and almost at the
same moment the boat drew up at
little pier or landing half hidden in
water-willows.
"Whither are you taking mel"
breathlessly demanded our hero.
SOLITARY solitary con-
inement-that's the only thing" muir
INJURED the tall gentleman, taking snuff.
"Sir, are you madf" cried Mr.. Jessa-
my. mo; but you be-" said the short,
stout man. EASY. now, Mr.. Parrottr'
THAT'S not my namer' said Mr.. Jes-
,amy. "There's some mistake herel"
"Oh, no, there ain'tr' said the man.
You're Malachi PArrott, and you We e.
,aped from the Sanitary Home; but 1
guess you won't ag'inv'
"My name is Solomon .Jsssamyr'
'ried our hero; sand wont be made .
mailman in spite of myselfr'
"Gammon!' said the assistant keeper
Il the insane asylum. "I've heerd such
Kings afore."
And in spite of his remonstrance,
dr. Jsssamy was hurried off to dreary
tone building, up an immensely of
tairs, into . small room with . barred
7indow, an iron bedstead, and a three
,gged stool, with tho agreeable pros
&C. Of passing the night therein as a re-
aptured lunatic.
As the iron door banged upon him
18th the "click! clickT Of q spring-lock,
nd an indescribable sensation of lone
ness crept over him, he thought of
Dor little Tommy, in the dark bed
'om, supperless, and sorely in fear of
,ouls and gob:ns.
'IfI ever get out OF this alive"
ought he. 'T'I adopt new system Of
scipline toward the boy-hanged if 1
'n'tr' But Just as the dismal shadows
dusk were beginning to gather in the
giles Of the cell. the spnng-lock click
again, and the moonlike countenance
the keeper beamed in.
"It'c all mistake" said he; land it
YER would have happened if me and
+. Ellys hadn't been now hands.
eve found PArrott, down fishing in
. woods. Aud MI. Elys, he hopes you
IT been seriously disconnected. sir,
lille he's ready to mako all apologies.
lything We can do for you. sirg"
Mr.. Jessamy grew scarlet.
81 shall lay this matter before the
oper authorities. you may rest assur-
!" said "This-this atrocious assault ~
all not go unpunishedr'
And he stalked digni6edly out of the
anitary Home" followed by the pro-
70 apologies and protestations of the
ole staff and faculty thereof.
But We never should have suspect
you" said the tall man courteously,
we had NOT lsaan vou danc;no "a