The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1895-03-27

1T ism me. I've no fault to find
and I've seen nothing" said he. "But
they do say there's a man comes to see
her."
"a mani"
"Goes right up to her room twice a
week! A fellow with long, black
whiskers, and a coat of black, tabby
I velvet"
Its false!" said Mr.. Jackington,
grinding his teeth.
"l'm afraid it's true" said Jessamine.
my sister Barbara has seen him stink
ing up the back stairs. So has Mrs.
Pouncer. He'd bribed the cook to let
him in on the sly; but Pouncer was
down there making rose salve for her
complexion, and she saw him large as
life"
Can believe my earsp" said Mr..
Jackington, clasping his hands tragical-
ly together.
Comes every Wednesday and Satur-
day." added Mr.. Jessamine.
This is Saturday." exclaimed the
lover.
"At g." supplemented Jessamine.
at is a quarter of now," said Mr..
Jackington, seizing his friends arm.
Gomez We will see for ourselves!"
you'll not do anything rashP" plead
ed the exceedingly peaceful-natured
Jessamine.
Il will pledge myself to nothing"
spluttered Mr.. Jackington. But if 1
find my Sara false. 1 will henceforth
abandon al trust in womanhood."
A man with a black velvet coat, high
ly perfumed locks. and rather dirty
hands. was just ascending the back
steps as they came up to the front door.
Mr.. Jessamine let himself and his friend
in with latch-key. and they stood back
in the vestibule as the black velveted
serpent crept up the stairs. He knocked
a peculiar double knock on the panel
of Miss Everett's door, aud-was ad-
mitted
Jessamine turned to Jackin gton.
Gan you ask more convincing proof
than that?" he whispered.
open the door! 1 will confront her!"
Kissed the lover. turning purple.
"Knock first" said Jessamine.
Il won't knock" said Jackington, in
a furious tone.
But Jessamine reached the door first.
1t was opened very little way by the
hou semaid.
ooh, my!" squealed she, banging it to
again. Its him, Miss!-it's him!"
Let me in! l will comet" bawled
MIR. Jackington, and he burst into the
presence of his ladyloye.
There, in chair, with towel spread
over her shoulders and her lovely golden
hair all floating loose. sat the fair Sara;
while the velvet-coated individual, With
a big bottle and hair-brush, was pre-
pairing to anoint the same with some
rose-smelling fluid, and the little house.
maid held tray of pomades and combs
close by.
Miss Everett started up: the man in
the black velvet coat tumbled backward
over the table.
"Oh, Lori" exclaimed the housemaid.
"What does this mean?" demanded
Miss Everett. why am thus intruded
uponp"
"Who is this?" cried her betrothed,
pointing, with Macheth-like finger, to
the black-coated individual.
Solomon Solomons, at your service,
sir!" bowed and scraped the stranger.
"Of 222 Skipp street"
And what the deuce are you doing
hereP" roared Jackington.
"Miss Everett is one of my patrons,
said the obsequious Mr.. Solomons, feel
ing for his professional cards.
Its Golden Sunbeam for the HAIR"
sobbed Sara, perceiving that the truth
would out. sits blond process. and
there's nobody in New York can put on
the burnish like Mr.. Solomons! And"
to Mr.. Jackington. "you are always so
proud of my hair. dear! It's expensive,
/ know; but what's expense where your
love is concerned?"
Then Sarah threw herself, weeping.
on MIR. Jackington's shoulder. He
looked around Indignantly at the as
sembled crowd of spectators.
"And you backbiters would fain have
had me believe that this seraph was
false!" said he.
Mr.. Jackington married Miss Everett,
after all. All the hoarders said he was
great fool, after finding her out so
completely; but love laughs at such
criticisms
"If we're suited it's nobody else's busi-
ness, - said Mr.. Jackington.
Do you not think, reader there was
deep undercurrent of philosophy in this
remark?-LGdies' Journal.