Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1903-06-12


good-natured boy / know"
An expression of the utmost malevo-
lence distorted the features of the imp
an expression beside which his for
mer appearance was angelic by con-
trast In disgust turned to the direc-
tory. Finding the address sought
turned to pick up my hat, which had
laid aside when entered, and depart
My hat was not there. l turned sharp
ly to the imp. There he stood gazing
at me with queer expression of min
gled malice and apprehension. / was
thoroughly provoked.
See here" said, sharply. "Where
is my hat?"
Never saw yer hat" he croaked.
Put back that hat this moment, or
I'll shake you out of your Clothes" l
threatened, hoarse with rage.
The imp darted away Turning, OBJ
served that all the people in the room
were eyeing me with evident distrust
and disapproval. What had occurred
to change their pleasant smiles to
these lowering glances 1 could not inn
agine. Still fuming with rage l stepped
to the counter and addressedthe clerk
II wish you would see that my hat
is produced Immediately" said, an
grily. 81 don't propose to be made a
fool Of"
Il never saw your hat" he replied,
sharply. What are you talking
about?
This angered me beyond bounds.
Turning half about, so as to face both
the clerk and the people in the room
who were regarding me so unfavor-
ably, l shrieked:
Evidently this is den of thieves.
You can keep the hat, and be id to
you"
No sooner had I spoken than l was
seized by a burly negro-a porter 1
thought from the momentary glance
l got at him before 1 shot through
the door, across the sidewalk and into
the street, after receiving two stupen-
dous blows in the face from black
fist. AS 1 sailed through the door 1
caught a fragmentary glimpse of
grinning imp with red eyes full of
malice.
I lay stunned, the blood streaming
from my face and an unbearable pain
in my left eye. Apoliceman rushed up,
and heard dimly, as in dream, some
body explaining to the officer that l
was drunk and quarrelsome. Present.
ly l was bundled into patrol wagon
and taken to station house, where my
injuries were examined by a surgeon,
who announced that the sight in my
left eye had been permanently de-
stroyed and my face otherwise badly
distigured for life. On the following
day l was taken before a magistrate
and after brief trial, during which 1
sat in daze, was sentenced to 90 days
in Jail for being drunk and disorder
ly." 1 attempted to make some sort of
defense, and to enter protest at the
injustice, but the blows dealt me by
the negro had left me so muddled that
[ was incoherent, and injured rather
than helped my cause.
The next day my head cleared some
what, and during the day came into
possession of newspaper. With what
y
inc l saw displayed in big black type
sensational and horribly false account
of my arrest and what purported to be
the incidents that led up to it. 1t
stated that had been drunk and fight
ing in a hotel of doubtful reputation,
that the police had been long trying
to break up the gang of toughs that
frnnnnnfnH no Tla nd
trate had decided to make an example
of me, having caught me red-handed.
1t gave my full name and ad-
dress and occupation, secured from
cards and letters found in nv
pocket. There were plenty of sa-
lacious details that never had the
slightest foundation in fact, among
other things saying that wa sA regular
habitue of the place, and thatI had evil
IDENTIFY had been leading dual life,
posing in one city as a respectable
business man, and in another in
dulging in wild orgies and consorting
with the most disreputable characters.
l had no sooner finished reading the
account than telegram was handed
me. III Was from my employer dis
charging me and bitterly reproaching
me for having abused his confidence
and cast discredit upon his house The
story had been telegraphed broadcast.
While l was rereading the telegram,
aghast, another was handed me. 1t
was from my uncle, who upbratded
me in unmeasured terms, not only for
my disgraceful escapade, but also for
my long years of deception, winding
up by announcing that l was disinher-
tied, and that the family wealth would
go to my cousin Tom.
| could not believe the situation. 1t
must be some terrible nightmare. l
pinched myself yiciously. No, there
was no such luck. 1t was grim reality.
In frenzy of terror l called for pa.
per and wrote my sweetheart relating
the circumstances, and begging her to
withhold judgment until l could see
her and tell her all myself. In answer
1 received cold letter from her father