Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1896-07-02
thing? DOy you know, sir, that you
have frustrated one of the finest expe-

| ElHe-SIdIleu ny my own hdlIuS anu
you to 90 and throw it away as if it
We're bHghted pumpkin or half
ripe squash How dared you, l say ?
Villain! Wretch, Get out of my sight
And Mr.. Jessamy, stopping short in
his infuriated war-dance, made such a
dive at poor Simmons that that worthy,
fearing for his bodily preservation,
whiskcd around among the young caul-
FLOWERS and ran for his life, crushing
through hot-bed sashes and entangling
his long ankles in mats of sweet pota-
to vines.
Il never knowed a gentleman with
such a temper before = painted Sim
mons, as he bolted head foremost into
his tool-shed, among a grove of dahlia
poles and flower pots. Its as much
as a poor workin' mans life is worth
to live with him ~
Mr. Solomon Jessamy, left alone with
his blighted scientific experiment, y
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 YOU" barked ont Mr.
Jessamy, turning so abruptly that the
goggles fell off his nose and tumbled
into the grass. "Are you aware, sir,
that you are trsspassing on private
property ?''-to second individual,
tall and spare, and apprehen8iv0-lOok-
ing, who kept at a safe distance.
Come, now, none of that y cried
he, as Mr.. Jessamy tried to wriggle
out of the grasp of the stouter and
shorter of the two, who was holding
him, as it were, in wise. mo vio-
lence-it will do no good. Solitary
confnement-that is the thing Hold
on to him tight, Fisk That's right.
Into the boat with him y
And, before Mr.. Jessamy could
raise his voice to halloa for help, they
were darting down the river as fast as
strong arms and a pair of broad bladed
oars could propel them.
What is the meaning of this--this
outrage ?" he painted.
Solitary confnement-that's the
thing said the tall solitary
confinement
Mr. Jessamy stared curious sem
sation came over him, as if he were
his own seven-year-old boy, going to
be shut up for getting into passion.
"Ehl" he faltered, cam mad p
The short, stout man grinned the
tall one nodded oracularly
"a lucid interval, most probably,
said he. "All the better, Simpson; 1t
won't be necessary to handcuf him.
Mr. Jessamy Jumped mp in the
boat.
The tall man and the short man
fell on him with one accord, and
forced him back into his seat and al
most at the same moment the boat
drew up at a little pier or landing, half
hidden in water willows.
"Whither are you taking me-"
breathlessly demanded our hero
Solitary confnement-solitary con-
fnemeut-that's the only thing,
murmured the tall man, taking snuff.
Sir, are YOU mad ?" cried Mr.. Jes-
samy.
NO but you be I" said the short
stont man EASY now, Mr.. Parrott,'
That's not my name, said Mr.. Jes-
samv. There some mistake here
ooh, no, there amt - said the man
"You re Malachi Parrott, and you'vc
escaped from the Sanitary Home but
l guess you won't ag'inr'
my name is Solomon Jessamy, and
l won't be made a mailman in spite ot
myself
Cannon - said the assistant keep
er of the insane asylum. I've heerd
such stories afore."
And, in spite of his remonstrances
Mr.. Jessamy was hurried off to
dreary stone building, up an immen-
sity of stairs into a small room, with q
barred window, an iron bedstead and
a thres-legged stool, with the agree
able prospect of passing the night
therein as recaptured lunatic.
As the iron door banged upon hin
with the "click click" of a spring
lock, and an indescribable sensation
of loneliness crept over him. he thought
of poor little Tommy, in the darl
bedroom, supperless, and sOrely IL
fear of ghouls and gOblins.
"If I ever get out of this alive,