The Mathews journal. (Mathews C.H. [Court House]) 1903-1937, 1905-09-21

I had better start and have II over as
soon as possible.
Il had formed many plans OF how /
was to pacify the cashier at the desk,
but the wretch had more human nature
I'm him than imagined.
while walking down the saloon I
turned to ClOrinda and suggested that
she had better go out and get into the
carriage while 1 was settling the bill
and buying some cigars, which want
ed to take with me. To this, fortunate
iy, she made no objection.
II walked OH till came i'm front OF
the smiling individual who was wait
Ing for my cash, and with as bold an
air OF innocence as could assume.
l told him had forgotten my pocket
book in the hurry OF getting ready
for the theatre, but would call next
day and settle the bill.
Too thin a story to pass here, SIR
he calculated. we do strictly cash
business
81 don't want to be bullied about
such trifie,' continued; but the man
had completely changed into hog by
this time, and, coming out from his
place behind the desk, he looked wick
ed enough to choke me then and there.
L will call a policeman and have
you arrested he said. in a menacing
tone, loud enough to be heard by all
the people in the saloon.
MY blood boiled at the insulting
manner of the man, and lost all con-
troll over my actions.
Get out OF my way and let me pass.
you red-headed scOundrel,' 1 said, as
| made dash for the door.
"a general scuffle ensued, and | be-
lieve l was giving him a few we'll
aimed blows. when, to my horror. a DO
iiceman rushed in and collared me as
roughly as IL had been a madman.
What's this all about?" he demand
ed OF the clerk, who was blind with
rage.
Arrest that man and take him to
the station house. and will go down
and make charge against him.
But let me explain cried, in a
loud tone.
Explanations at the station house.
said the officer, as he dragged me into
the street. where crowd OF idlers
had already gathered to see the fun.
AS reached the sidewalk | saw the
carriage drive OF at a rapid rate.
learned afterward that ClOrinda be-
came alarmed for her own safety. and
promised the driver liberal reward
If he would drive her to her fathers
house. This made matters worse, for
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of mine, and fed for fear of arrest.
Imagine the state OF my feelings as
| was marshaled through the streets.
with dozen rude boys yelling all
around me! When we rea ched the sta
tion the usual pre,iminaries were gone
through. The saloon keeper appeared.
and made charge against me OF
'swindling. and deliberate assault with
out prOvOcation.'
II told my story, but OF course. it
went for nothing. as the policeman
gave his evidence in affirmation of the
charges, and | was hustled of to
cell, to pass the night in thinking over
my troubles.
I'm the morning 1 telegraphed to
friend downtown, who soon came to
my assistance and paid n fine of $40
which the police justice imposed on
me. went home to my boarding
house, and, as luck would have it, the
people in the house were ignorant OF
my adventures during the night. I
suppose they thought had been on
spree but they said nothing. and
did not enlighten them.
THAT evening l made up my mind
to call upon my dear Clorinda and her
parents, for the purpose of explaining
my conduct. All through the day had
been framing excuses which were, for
the most part, lies and equivocations.
When I reached the door, my heart
beat so strongly that felt my courage
giving way, and I stood on the stoop
for several minutes before could sum-
mon sufficient courage to ring the bell.
When the girl came to the door, I
asked If Miss ClOrinda was at home?
She said. Yes, and politely asked me
to take n seat in the parlor.'
I'm few moments the servant re-
appeared, bearing card with the COM
pliments Of her mistress. I glanced at
the card, and on it was written I'm a
clear. delicate hand:
Have you got rubbers on? Have
Tou the money to pay for your supper?
# not, will lend you the necessary
supply G.. S.
81 made a dash for the door, and was
soon in the street, fearing that the
father might appear and kick me out
of the house.
TAnd now. my dear boy. do you won
der that am still bachelor? My ad-
vice to you is-beware of sailing under
false cOlors. New York Weekly.