Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1919-10-24

and we sang and sang and sang. then
read and discussed improvements in
time-servers and sang again.
Some way l felt really good and
pleasant and loving all round-kind Of
in short frocks and hair ribbons But
as John 10, with a distinct stoop of
piety between his shoulders, led the
reverend toward the library to look
UP the heather in books my fingers
strayed irresponsibly to dancing jig
notes that could not fail to get into
his toes and shake the Sunday humps
out before he got there.
In this mood of good will toward
everybody | thought of letters | owed
to people who really deserved them
and made myself comfortable in XII
mono ard unbound hair before seating
myself at the desk that my room
boasted.
Then that wretched cat of the Trad
dies began.
I felt sure it was shut outside a win
dow somewhere, and, going through
the main hall, fioundered down a
darksome, alley-like place, hunting for
the thing. The sound seemed close
beside me and as I opened door out
scudded the cat
What insane notion made me step
into the room / don't know, but no
sooner had / passed the threshold
than a wind from somewhere banged
the door behind me. When | turned
to find it it was gone. ran my hand
along the wall to find the light button,
but that was lost too.
shouted and banged and reshouted,
but no one appeared. So | closed the
window and tried to make bee line
for the door.
With an "Allah be praised !" turned
the handle and walked boldly forth. l
caught hold of neutrality-suspicious.,
supposed, but they were queer or
shane and seemed to be hung on
wires. Clothes, by all that was I'M
pleasant, and-men's clothes at that.
They seemed to stretch out and clutch
at me.
Hastily l began again to hunt for
the right door, I found a handle, but
it belonged to a bureau. Then |
knocked against something furry
some of the Traddles' bugs and cater
pillars, | knew (they have a mania for
horrors); and l shrieked as they fell
about me, and imagined them crawl
ing round from the upset box. More
things crept after me.
In agony I reached high up out OF
their way, and something bit my arm.
I yelled and yelled, and the thing bit
harder the more I tried to get away
and then came bouncing down upon
me. | could feel the blood trickllng
down my arm; but, not satisfied, 1t
gripped and dragged at me, then fell
to the floor with thud and wriggled
around my feet.
cried again in terror and gingerly
put down my hand to push 1t away,
but it would not bulge and my arm
was tearing. / knocked against some
thing-a bed, and sank cOnvulsed be
side it. My last hour had come, ard
with fervency / began to say my
PRAYERS and, in their midst, | gained
strength to try and rid myself OF the
awful something. 1t was hard ana
strfngy; that treasured me. touched
nv arm. Yes, it was hook, caught
deem in the flesh. l had knocked a
fishing contrivance down bodily and 1t
was having its revenge.
could not get it out, so began with
the ntany, went on and on as far as
"love. honor and obey" and there
halted. could get no further, and kept
muttering the words to myself that |
had vowed would never pass my lips.
Then / heard a sound-someOne was
coming. l tried to shout, but 1t was
of no use. Love, honor and obey
was all / could cry out.
The door was pushed noisily open
far away from any direction L mad
even thought of, and a person almost
danced into the room to the tune OF
that dancing-jig, stumbled over the
fishline and said words inappropriate
to the day.
The Jerk hurt excruciatingly, but
began to laugh. laughed and laughed
and could not stop. Then, without the
slightest warning, it turned into
howl of sob, and down came the del
uge-great, big, uncomfortable sobs
that shook me and shook the room,
and made the whole earth conyulse.
Light was turned on, and there was
the reverend leaning over me, patting
nv head with "Poor little grille" say
ings while he disengaged the hook.
Somehow 1 was unbound and led
away.
The aftermath of the sickening
thumpings of a two-days' headache
is the nearest to heaven that we NOR
tails get.
I lay quietly in a hammock on the
upstairs piazza-no one near me
| with the loveliest. the kndest, the
most glorious thoughts chasing each
other in a delicious abandon through
my brain, and twinkling with good
will and blessings about my eyes ana
mouth-when along came the rever-