The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1903-10-23

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Mr.. Stesler was by this time really
alarmed and unequal 20 the occasion
lie motioned valuly for his wife 10 call
the ncighbors But she was so con.
fused that She failed to understand his
frantic appeal.
After eating grccdlly the visitor sat
back ANA nonchalantly waved his
hand.
william, q shave, please. I'll re-
main here. You can manage. I think"
Mr. Stcsler brought shavlug-mug
and razor
"Now, William not too close. If you
please. Put on plenty OF lather. Molly.
hold the mug, also the mirror In front
of me, so / can see what William Is
doing. All, yes, that's comfortable.
Continue. William"
With shaking hand and pallid coun-
tenance, Mr. Stesler proceeded to shave
his guest, possessing only enough pres
ence Of mind 20 hope the razor would
slipNand relieve the gentleman OF his
head. The impromptu barber had
barely finished when the stranger ner-
vously motioned away the mug, the
mirror and Molly.
william, the lawn is hopelessly dis
reputable. Indeed, I'm surprised ut
the evident earelessness about the
place. Get out the lawn-mower, and
I'll superlntend Great land O Goshen.
don't stand there like that. Go to
work, I say"
Mrs. Stesler was somewhat amused
at her husbands predicament Her
guest had no sooner caught sight of her
surreptitious smile than he quickly
added:
my slipper dropped off. Molly. pick
it up"
Both man and wife burst into a
hearty laugh at their own chagrin.
The guest glared very haughtly.
mo lcvity, please. No levity," said
he CURLY.
He walked about the lawn n few
moments studiously examining the
shrubbery. Now, Molly, the garden
rake; and see that you gather the
leaves and brambles into little piles"
He strutted about the yard, pointing
sternly, frowning, ordering, loud in his
imprecations as the work of cleaning
up proceeded but slowly. In the midst
of their despair the sound of wheels
arrested Mr. Stesler's attention, and,
pulling his wife frantically by the
arm, he madean heroic dash toward n
vehicle that just then tore into the
yard. Two men hastily sprang down
from the seat and rushed past with set,
mysterious faces.
"Bess, is this a dream?" asked Mr..
Stesler, anXiously.
why no. This is a nightmare.
Didn't you know"
Their guest was growing still louder
in his imprecations as the two men
from the vehicle approached.
Il feel insulted, outraged! I told
you, James, not to come for me so
soon." he said with lordly dignity. He
was backing away with Il subtle, sus-
picious movement, when the two men
hastily bound him with ropes and fast
/ cned handouts on his wrists.
HAS he harmed any OneT' asked
one of his captors, anXiously address
ing Mr. Stesler
Stesler stared vacanlly and shook his
head absently.
"He is one Of our worst patients, and
killed his guard this morning"
"A lunatic"' exclaimed Stesler.
Eyes"
Sir" said the lunatic, Indignantly,
Il am gentleman OF humor."
The guards bound him securely in
the vehicle and drove away. Mr. Stes-
Ter was somewhat confused from the
excitement. He finally found himself
in his easy-chair, his slippers scattered
about, his shaving-mug on the floor,
his razor lying suggestively near the
tobacco Jar turned over. his pipe lying
broken on the threshold, the table all
disordercd.
"Well dear, I'm sure you have had
your little diversion, haven't your
asked Mrs. Steser in a quiet. little
manner all her own.
Eyes, strange to say, have. And
I didn't have TO nip your ears or saw
off the legs Of the table either" and
he lighted a cigar and began quietly
to think it oyer.-New York Weekly.
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