The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1864-12-15
An Adventure Of a young Man from the COun-


like to wear smart shiny hat up in Lon
DON. Our billy-cocks and wide awakes are
good enough for field and market, but up in
the big town we've fancy to be genteel +;
and you may be sure WANTED to look nice
that particular night-the last of the Cattle
| Show at Islington-when | was going up to
! Uncle llberys in Dastoh,Y for Cousin Kitty
| is, without exception, the most satirical
young lady in London. How she did laugh
at me that day | went with her to the
| Geological Gardens, when I'd got pair of
gloves that were a size too small for me, and
| was all the way betweeu the Angle and the
Colosseum trying to force my fingers into
them. She declared it was only my awk-
wardness that hindered their fitting wouldn't
let me stop to buy another pair, and, i'll short,
leased my life out. And she looks so pretty
all the time she's laughing at you that you
can't be ANNOYED with her. No wonder,
then, wanted to lock smart. si.t ~.
| 1t was darkish night with bit of a
breeze blowing, as picked my way through
those quiet streets that lie between the Low
er Road to lslington and Dalston. think
they call that part De Beauvoir Town. just
as | came to the corner of street, and was
racking my brains for repartee to Miss
kitty's first bit of satire, strong putt OF
wind sprang up, whipped off my smart shiny
hat as neat as need be, and dropped it into
| an area. This was certainly a nuisance, but
not a nuisance without a remedy rang
| at the area bell ence, twice, thrice, and got
no answer. sounded the lion's-head knock
er once, twice, thrice, and got no answer.
Then looked up at the windows and saw,
what | had not observed before, that there
was bill in one of them announcing This
House to be Lett 1t was too dark to read
the name of the agent, and | was just going
to knock next door, and ask them if they
knew who kept the key; or. supposing they
didn't know who kept the key, if they would
oblige me with their Turk 's-head broom to
fish up nay hat with. | was juss going to
do this, for couldn't bear the notion of fac
ing Kitty without hat, let alone the price
of it, seventeen and sixpence, when to my
establishment, the door, as happened to
lean up against it, moved slightly inward.
| supposed it hadn't been hasped at all at
any rate, gave a gentle push, and walked
boldly in. -Ja4. a.-i bins
s'rhis is lucky piece of carelessness on
shall just step down to the kitchen, unfasten
thC OiCh 0OOl, MY llat, anu OH cbN oJ
without anybody being the wiser" f1
closed the front door, and CROPPED my
way down the kitchen stairs. 1t was pitch
dark, and ] wished | had some matches /;
but as hadn't got any, wishing was no
good, and moreover, | saw a faint light
glimmeriug under the kitchen door, which
showed that there must be a fire in the
CRATE. i tried the kitchen door; it was
locked.and the key was gone | felt about,
and found the back door leading to the area;
it was locked and theskey was gone also
here was a pretty go, as the Cockneys say.
The back door, as | ascertained by feeling
the hinges, opened toward me, so it was of
no use meddling with that but had a Won
derful great mind to kick in the kitchen
door, which was made to open inward,
Setting aside, however, the chance Of being
pulled up for burglary, (and what a disgrace
that would be to the Papworthys, who have
rented the same farm since Charles lis
timeI) what should do after getting the
door open? Why, might unfasten the
window q had noticed when outside that it
was shattered up, climb out into the area
aud recover my hat But surprising pol
iceman should pass just as my body Was
halfway through-whY, to dead certainty
ne would lock me up on suspicion. That
would never do, returned to the back door,
determined to pick the lock. Il dare say
that's burglary as much as bursting it OPEN"
said still it don't make so much noise
If l can only find all old nail or bit of wire,
I'll try it, So | crept up stairs again, and
went into the. back-parlor. l CROPPED all
round the room, passed my hand along the
finding 50 much as a pins head AS /
could get no help there, ventured into the
All of sudden thought
struck me why shouldn't l unfasten the
shutters and drop into the area? That
sounds easy enough but how about getting
back again cts deep-sunk area" |
said to myself, land there you'll be Gagged,
my boy, like bear in his den," All the
time was thinking in this way | was feel
ing about the room for house breaking
tool. Presently Istumbled over something;
l put my hand down and picked up shoe.
Putting this and the kitchen fire together"
thinks l. ''there must be somebody taking
care of the house" The next moment I
stumbled again This time had run a.
gainst wooden stretcher bedstead | put
out my hand cautiously and laid it on
nose! The owner of the nose
didn't stir, so took the liberty Of telling
the head, to learn whether [ was in com
pany with a lady or a gentleman. 1t was
a mans head Of hair, very rough and wiry
and bald on the poll. ~.
you're in an awkward predicament, Jack
Pabworthy," said to myself and you'd
better get out of it as soon as possible" |
sneaked on tip-toe towards the door.
But my stumble against the bedstead had
disturbed the sleeper; ne began to grunt
and turn about uneasily. / was about to
quit the room, and venture bareheaded into
the street, when ne sat up in bed, $50 [
Judged by the sound, for the room was dark
as a CELLAR and called out:
''Kitty !"
For a moment the name startled me |
forgot that there might possibly be more
than one Kitty in that wilderness OF city.
l stood by the door, held my breath, and
made no answer. ''7i
kitty, Kitty, L say; you amt come
back without him, are your said the man
in beseeching sort Of voice.
l stood perfectly still, holding my breath
and considering what should do. Better
slip out of the house, and take the chance
of losing my hat, than get locked. upon a
charge of felony, and be made laughing
stock before all the Cockneys in their news
papers Besides | needn't lose my hat the
first policeman meet is sure to stop me as .
suspicious character for being bareiieaded,
so I'll ttll bin my story, and give bin half
a-crowu to get my hat again. But, on the
other. hand. it's a ticklish job. This fellow
in bed may be desperate Character. To
say the least Of it, he must be queer, most
likely crazy, TO sleep, in an. empty hopse
without stick of furniture about him
Never mind I'll chance it; iii make a move
for the street door. 80,
All this cognition Of mine passed through
my head like II lightning, though I've
takenso long to tell it. 4 make a half heart
ed step towards the door. AS soon as ever
did So the man in the bed called out in
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