HOOKED.

Evening Star, Issue 3602, 8 September 1874, Page 3

HOOKED.

We have a gravel roof on our house, and the other day some workmen were Up there fixing it. They had a block and tackle rigged on the edge of the roof, with a rope reaching to the ground, for the purpose of hoisting the tar and gravel. Our girl was out washing the yard at the tim**, and somehow the hook on the end of the rope caught in her Joopskirt as she walked past it. The man on the roof was discussing the Darwinian theory, or the tax on rum, or something else, at that moment, and seeing the rope shake, he considered it was the signal to pull up ; so, without looking over the edge, he began to wind the crank with velocity. A moment later the next door neighbors heard fearful screams, and aa fey rus t,ed to the W l"u6ws they perceived an athletic exile of Erin swiftly ascending to the bine, ethereal heavens. The man at the crank fairly ached to look over and S«e what the noise was about, but he could nt stop, he thought, until he got the bucket up to the top. But he put on more vehemence, and in a moment he was amazed to see a human head, adorned with red hair, looming above the gutter spout. His first impulse was to let go the crank and run. But overcoming the earlier shock of flight, he held on to the crank with one hand, while with the other Jpj seized a handful of the warm hair, and ” hauled the owner on the roof. We live in one of a row of houses which are all joined together, and they do say the impetuosity with which that gui of ours charged upon that man who mussed her hair, and chased him over the roofs clear up to the corner, where he saved himself by crawling down a chimney-flue, was at once impressed and exhilirating. She stood ever that chimney expressing her views concerning the man’s present character and future prospects until she was exhausted, when she walked home to opr roof, lifted the trap door, descended, and went to bed. And when the man emerged, and brushed the soot off of him, he confided to his friend, while distributing the gravel, that he would rather dive at once into the bowels of a burning volcano than to meet that hired girl again in a place where there was no chance to run,— American paper,