Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1891-04-24

I Both slumbered peacefully Botn
were aroused by a fearful noise-shouts,
7 cries, shriells of murder, yells of FIRE
Bewildered and terrified, Miss Nut
I ton, in white robe dc NUT and one of the
/ last remaining night-caps in the world,
rushed out into the hall, and found her
/ self in utter darkness amidst crowd
| OF ladies' as much alarmed as herself;
and in the right corridor Mr.. Marrow
! bone appeared, or would have appeared
had there been any light to see him by.
in night-robe with a peaked cap, with
tassel on its top, upon his head.
! ''What? Where? How?" howled the
guests, as they clustered together.
Suddenly glare of light flashed upon
| the scene. The forces of the hotel ap-
peared with lamps OF all sorts \ voice
was heard to explain that it was only
something the matter with the cleo
| trio lights Wire disconnected; young
man knocked down; coming TO, all
right" The harder spirits remained
to get the news, regardless of costume;
| less experienced travellers retired to
| their rooms
| Miss Maria Mutton, who had never
| slumbered in hotei before, fed be-
fore the approach of the lights and
| found shelter under a stairway. Mr..
| Marrowbone, who felt that a night
robe and cap did not compose digni-
| fed costume, turned suddenly into
| little cross-han near which he happened
to be standing, and there awaited the
retirement of the other guests to their
rooms. Afterward he knew that when
he emerged from his retreat he must
| have turned to the left instead Of the
| right However, after much wander
| ing about, and as much chilliness of
| body as heat of temper, he came upon
the magic number ''5" shining upon q
silver plate upon his door, entered and
closed it with bang.
"An right" he said, as he struck
match. There is my trunk; there Is
is not another like it in the city.
And there is M. M on the side" Then
he blew out the match and popped into
bed
Almost at the same moment, Maria
Mutton with.a palpitating heart caught
sight of the magic number ''5," opened
her door, saw her peculiar trunk,
noted the initials of her name upon it
by the light of the lamp opposite her
door, said: ''Thank Heavenr' burst into
tears, and drew the drapery of her couch
about her.
syhat a fearful adventure!" was her
last thought before she sank into the
arms of slumber. All, had she but
known 1t, fearful adventures were only
just begun for her.
Mr.. Marrowbone awakened early.
He had business which demanded
prompt attention. He sat up in bed,
took off his nightcap and looked about
him. He looked in vain. Those gar
ments which he desired to assume
were not visible. Ia their place hung,
over a chair back, woman's dress;
on the bureau, where he had surely
left his hat, lay bonnet and gloves; In
place of his manly boots there stood at
the foot of the bed a pair of button
CATERS, No. 81 at the utmost
Have gone out of my senses!' cried
Mr. Marrowbone.
How did these garments come to be
in his room? Where were his own? He
gazed about him and flew to his trunk.
''It's mine, certainly he said.
''Here are my initials, but / never tied
bit of blue ribbon to the handle"
He dashed back the lid. Within he
beheld silk, lace, linen articles con-
trived for ladies' wear-nothing that
had ever belonged to any masculine
being. A horrible thought, engendered
by certain works of fiction that he had
recently perused, ruShed to his mind
Was this a case of transformation
double identity = whatever 1t was
called? he asked himself.
He rushed to the mirror expecting to
see female face there, but his own
florid countenance, garnished with red
side whiskers and crowned by bald
forehead, welcomed him. He breathed
a great sigh of relief and sat down to
recover from the shock. Al he stared
at the dress upon the chair memory
came to him.
She-the lively lady who shared his
seat in the car the day before-had
worn one like it. Yes, her travelling
costume was made of that material.
please, ma am" said n voice, at the
door, ''the electric gentleman wants to
come in to hx the wires before any
more boarders kill themselves"
Good Heavenl'' cried Mr.. Marrow
bone; II say, will you send waiter to
me-a mana boy?"
"There amt only lady-waiters in this
house, MISS" replied the girl, from
without.
"Why.does she call me 'rniss?'" asked
Mr. Marrowbone of himself.
"Then, if the landlord wouldn't mind,
or the clerk-any man; send man to
me-" said Mr.. Marrowbone.
Il can't miss, missis Is a widder and
don't hire only lady clerks. There
amt no men employed" responded the
girl, with suspicion in her voice.
''Please, the electric gentleman is in
hurry"
81 can't see any woman in this dress"
said Mr.. Marrowbone. 81 must put on
some gowns and strings in order to ex-
plain my position to the landlady."
Accordingly he proceeded to attire him
self In gray dress which deserted him
above the ankles, n knitted worsted
shawl, which had deficiencies as to the
meeting of hooks and eyes, and, having
assumed the aspect of bearded lady
who had outgrown her wardrobe, put
the bonnet on backward, tied gray
vail over it and opened the door.
IF am not arrested before find
the landlady, l may get matters
arranged as they should be-" he said,
with u gasp, remembering his pocket
book and watch, and with a feeting
vision of diamond.pin in the missing
cravat.
Meantime, Miss Mutton, aroused by
tap upon the door, had received the
same information concerning the ''elec-
trio gentleman" and sprang to the floor
in terror. She looked about for her
basque and beheld coat; she sought
her skirt in vain; in its place lay pair
of inexpressibles; where the bonnet
had been was q mans hat. She lifted
the trunk lid and saw only masculine
garments
81 must have been in a wrong room
all night" she cried, jumping at the
truth mora ouiclxlv than Mr. Marrow