The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1889-08-21
BATTLE WITH STICKY DOORS.
A Young New Yorker's Brief But Un-
pleasant IMPRISONMENT.

A Young New Yorker's Brief But Un-
pleasant Imprisonment.
A good story is being told in fashion
able New. York circles regarding the
predicament u young male member of
society found himself in few nights
ago. 1t seems that the house in which
dwellS the only girl On earth had been
under the care of the painters for sew
eral days, and the day preceding the
night he visited the object of his affec-
tons the knights of the brush had put
the last coat Of varnish on the outside
doors, leaving them in a.asticky condi-
tion. He was very mild young man
and mildly remained in the dim parlor
with the only girl in the world until after
the 1890 mark had been passed. When
he finally sought the front door the only
girl went there with him She knew
nothing about the clinging attachment
existing between the outer doors.
Neither did he. There was nothing in
the wide world to them but themselves,
and paint and doors and sickness were
things to them unknown.
After while there was sound some
thing like that heard on muddy Jersey
road when horses struggle along 1T, and
a sudden cessation OF the low murmur-
ingS which had filled the hall. The only
girl fled up the stairs, and the mild
young man opened the inner front door,
passed out and carefully closed it behind
him. Then he tried the outer doors.
The knob turned all right, but gentle
pull did not make the door bulge. A
harder one and an improyised tug of
war were equally futile. Then the young
man hunted for a possible bolt that
might have been shot. He found one,
but it was free and he tugged again.
The doors never moved. They had been
separated for whole day, and, reunited,
they clung to each other with all the
Youthful enthusiasm so beautiful to con-
template in young persons of tender ma
lures and opposite sexes.
1t was warm evening and there
wasn't much air in thai little conpart-
ment between the two sets of doors.
The mild young man pcrspired and tug
ged at the unyielding knob, shed his
coat and tugged again, vainly tried to
open the doors behind him, hunted
wildly for door bell, couldn't find 1t,
perspired considerably more, looSened
his collar and wondered, in strange,
weird way, why be had ever been born.
1t got hotter and hotter in there and
more sticky and slightly sulphurous.
The young man who had entered that
house as mild and as peaceful and as
law-abiding as any Young man with no
knowledge of sticky doors could be,
gradually took upon himself-had it
thrust upon him-something of the ma
ture of professional lunatic, and the
manner in which he imperiled the safety
of his immortal soul would have made
the good Colonel Shepard shed tears of
scaldlng woe.
This sort of thing couldn't last for
ever. After a period there came to this
mild young mans delighted ears the
sound that was like the sound of a
trickling rivulet to the poor wretch
whose life is ebbing away for the lack
of just drop of water-the sound OF
footsteps on the stoop outside. There
was rusty rasping of iron at the bell
handle, sullen bang of the bell down
somewhere in the bowels of the earth,
and after long, long time the sable
handmaiden, reused from her virgin
siumbers, and clad in a wrapper and a
spreading frown, climbed slowly up the
basement stairs and opened the inner
doors.
She cast one horrit / glance at the
coatless, disheveled figure standing
there before her, and in second she
seemed transformed into pair of fleet
ing, ebony legs. The mild young man
ran after her, calmed her fears -bbesotdight beotdi;hhtt t
her to be quiet andJhefp him open the
outer door. -umA
TogetheS1 allied and shook the
door, somewhat by the person
on Il BE, and at last, with asmack
hike fnaT Whtcn MAD preceded first
opening of the other doors, they were
separated from each other, and, with his
coat still on his arm, the ruffled young
man rushed past the messenger boy who
ha6 rung the bell, rushed down the steps,
rushed madly into the street and drowned
his sorrow in the flowing bowl. Rosy
wine claimed him for Its own.
There are things 'twere better not to
dwell on, but when that young man calls
again upon the cnly girl in the world,
he will carry in his inside pocket crow
bar and monkey wrench to help him
out of possible entanglements with the
outside doors.