The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1845-01-31

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toast stuck in his jaws like pound Of brain in the
throat Of Ugolino.
1t was to be so-Transit knew it must be so. 1t
was the first day of term, Messrs. Stitch and
Stretch had advised him. that unless certain arti.
Giles manufactured of Sleeps wool we're paid for
before that day week certain piece OF sheep skin
would be issued forthwith to compel such payment.
Ii was a bailif.
"What kind Of thing is it, madan?" croaked
the sufferer, at length.
"lt's man. ir," cried Mrs Brown calmly.
"What height"
"a short, thick set man."
"Wha, face'"
"a red face, SIR"
"What kind of eyes'"
"He squiats, Mr.. Transit; eyes like those of a
pictur'- that always seem TO be looking at you and
never are.''
"0h, yes--they are!" groaned the lodger.--
"What has it on its head, madam"
"A broad brmmed hat
Ground its neck!'
"a coored handkerchief"
"On its legs;''
"Top-boots.
! ''In its handi"
| ga twisted crab stick, with knots, like, in it -
With Tarquin strides aud nearly bent double,
like master Of the ceremonies with cramp in
the stomach aud with face that rendered the
simitude still stronger, did Mr.. launcelot Transit
evacuate the apartments and crawling up stairs to
his bed room, locked himself in to enjoy the pleas
ure OF his own society.
1t was necessary to reconnoitre thi, pest of hui
man kind; aud gingerly as AL ostrich from its
covert did he protrude hs head from the window
to watch the proceedings Of the being below -,
The man was whs,ling vulgar tune, and leaning
Oh his stick, with the commendable patience of an
experienced adept. Never did that tune strike on
the tympanum of the lodger's ear with SO grating
harShness surely was human creature so
positively ugly and barbarousy hideous as the
person at the lamp post. Yes, it was Fang: for
his face was :or moment elevated, and his i'll
assorted eyes were projected OH voyage of dis
oovery IN different ways over the exterior Of the
house. "Son Of baiff | know thee now
Transit knew him of old II was Fang, the most
active of sherif's Officers. Once before h ad his
shoulder-blade been paralyzed by the touch Of his
antenne-once had he been liberated by paterna
Affection once-but no more was such pro tee.
ion to be extended to him. Down upon his bed
he sank, in an agony OF doubt, amazement and
fear.
But something must be done; thought struck
hIm. aud lie started from the bed 81 will call on
little Dhky Srraggs ard borrow the money from
him-he'l lend it me in "A moment, am sure of it
"a good little fellow ihat-I don't know a better
fellow breathing than Dicky Spraggs-Ie certain.
y is kind creature" But how to get out-the
case was desperate aud the idea of the practicable.
ny TO escape darted through his brain. Dressing
himself hastily he descended to the kitchen, and
from thence deviaed into the area, and crawl
ing up the steps after the manner OF q,iadrupeds,
brought his eye to a level with the railiugs. Fang
seemed fastened to the lamp post, and was at this
moment whisting the before mentioned tune for
the seventy third time. But he was looking in
another direction.
"Soft pity enters through an iron CRATE"
says Shakespeare; but Fang was not soft pity, but
hard cruelty; and softly, very SOFTLY did Launcelot
Transit open the iron gate, and squeezing himself
through, swiftly, very swiftly, with three unnatu-
raj bounds did he clear the street. and glanc ing
round the corner with whisk to which lightning
is mere laziness, was out of sight in moment
''Dicky, my boy" said he, with m,serahie
effort at gaiety, as he entered the paror, where
good little Dicky Spraggs was enshrined in all the
luxury Of silk gown and velvet slippers, II am
come to borrow thirty pounds OF you-an awk
ward trlfle-and it must be had''
Then you have just come to the wrong shop,
my Launcelot." cried the eccentric Dicky, with
his accustomed irresistible good humor, ..for the
devil mopu. have left" and he emptied the
drawer Of his writing desk Oh the table, displayed
an infinite number of broken waters, rusty keys,
aud Havana segars-"you see how it is !" a. he
gave wink and burst into what I.auncelot could
not but think particularly .timed laugh.
swell, but, Spraggs," expostuateJ Transit-
''Dicky. my friend, you have surely other funds
that you could lay your finger upon to oblige me- .
"Not don," answered Spraggs. whose princi-
pal employment of money at all times was 10 spend
iand not to lend; and who had settled long ago,
tomue,, own mind, that Launcelot was never to
4 expens. .tarthing of his II live at too great an
i me three gave money--now these lodgings cos'
"Indeed!''1sa week"
ayes, and not he spther, not needing him.
..consldering what aneither, Presumed Spraggs,
: we enjoy here" able lookout in front
"a good lookout certainly Il
!. walking TO the window. Had I'D Launcelo,
!. Transit been shot through the bra'nr, be gone
" of