Wichita eagle., 1888-07-29
WHY HE WENT TO BED EARLY.
The Weird and Wonderful Tale He Told
in Broadway Car.

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in Broadway Car.
A fine looking gentleman with gray mus
tache and imperial, a pair Of double eye
glasses and high white hat, a white p.
K" necktie and diamond horseshoe caused
all the passengers in a Broadway car this
morning 10 gaze at him in blank anazement
and open their mouths and eyes in won1er.
He was Jordan l. Mott, and he was telling
why he had to go 10 bed last Saturday even
ing at o'clock
Il am a member Of the Tonawanda Fish
ing club, on a little island down of Long
Island he said, land I've been down there
fishing lately. I've been going there every
season for the past dozen years"
Did you catch any flshT asked gentle
man with him.
'.Oh, lots Of fish. All we could pull in,
but had 70 come away on Sunday"
"Whyl7
''On account Of the mosquitoes. The air
was so thick with them that it was difficult
to move around on Saturday night. We
were sitting on the front porch Of the club
house il big srrchairs, and the mosquitoes
actually lifted those chairs right up IN the
air and threw them all over the grounds.
Why, we had 70 keep Jumping up and down
and slapping our necks and faces like wild
Indians il a war dance" and Mr.. Mott, for
getting where he was, began 70 stamp first
with one foot and then the other, and 20 give
his neck vigorous slaps He was so carried
away by his imagination that he actually
looked at the palms Of his hands for dead
musGuitoes.
The passengers were very much interested,
and one thin lady of middle age exclaimed,
N.Y. MY how dreadful"
Yes, sir" continued Mr. Mott, sit was
the worst experience ever had Why, when
l would close my hand suddenly and squeeze
hard the rnusqui oes' blood would trickle out
between my fingers and splash on the porch
door ike rain"
Good graciousin exclaimed the thin lady,
and the conductor came inside to listen The
driver turned around and poked his head in
Ct the front door, letting his horses look out
for themselves.
We'll" Mr. Mott went on, ''of course, ]
couldn't stand that sort of thing long, SO l
went TO bed at : O'Clock. Think Of 1T
| had to go to bed at 7 o'clock, and on
Saturday night, too. First time I've done
such thing since | wore bibs L was hor-
rible; but | got under musquiro bar, and
after q while the singing of the musquitoes
put ne to sleep. They made noise Ike
gale soughing through cedar brake. guess
Id been asleep about three hours when |
woke up with srnoth1red feeling and found
that the nusquitoes had broken down the
net ever me with their weight. fought my
way out from under them only by dint of
the greatest exertiOns."
''ueavens!" exclaimed the thin lady, and
the driver put on the brakes and came inside
the car. The passengers did not seem to
notice it, for they all had their eyes glued 10
:. Motifs expressive face.
1T took me two hours to shove up that
Inusquito bar with some spars and oars"
that gentleman continued; and do you know
know that if Helloi we're down to Cham
bers street, and was to get out at Canal.
Good-by!"
Mr.. Mott left the car and disappeared up
Broadway, the passengers crowded to the
windows and platforms to lock after him,
the conductor and driver resumed their
posts, and the car started down town again.
We'll, l never" exclaimed the thin lady,
and q tall man answered: No, neither cid
New York Evening Sun.