The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1867-06-27
VOLUME 20.7.
From the Atlantic Monthly for May.
The Plaintiff Nonsuited.
BY J. o. CULVER.

So we hurried along; but it soon came o.
dark, then darker, and finally black; and W
lost our way.
/ believe we are going round AM
round, said the sheriff,
!" No. think we must be all right, SAT-
Bepway, for the mud has come on the lef
side of my face ever since dark.
g See here, my friend, you are night
bird said the sheriff to the counterfeiter.-
Can't you do something handsome, anC
smell your way out of u s scrape?
" Yes, said he, if you'll let me get OF
my horse, be and can take you to the Fo'
Crossing on bee-line.'
" You are a very intellectual young
man, considering your occupation, said thu
sheriff, and your kind intentions do yor
honor; but guess we'll take the will for the
deed, and find our own way out
"'What are you doing now? inquired
Benway of the sheriff, who was dismountec
and down in the grass
Spreading a newspaper he replied 4
want to see if we shall come to it again, fol-
believe we are playing circus here';- aud
about hundred yards farther on he spread
put the other half of the paper.
ave went on again, through the endless,
everlasting grass, and in about an hour
came to the paper,-the horses snorting
and turning one side to avoid it; and then
we came to the other piece.
A F'This won't DO, said the sheriff. 'We
have beat down a road, and the horses have
followed it round and round. Let us camp;
and, spreading his blanket we sat
| down on it near the buggy.
" Not quite SO noisy as New York, said
| he after long silence, but 1t is letter
| I've tried 'em both, and just for place to
live in, now, wouldn't give this prairie for
the whole island, from Spuyten Duyvil
down
"Then we sat there long time, silently
watching the sky; and presently, when the
clouds grew thin and vapory, the moon
came slowly out, shining full in our faces.
"'Good morning, good morning! said the
sheriff, kissing his hand to her, as he rose
to his feet. Now let's face about he con
tinued, and keep the good old girl straight
behind US, and we shall go all right
eve had gone but short distance when
he said: 4 hear horses behind US, and
guess they are counterfeiters, come to res
cue the prisoner. If they are part of your
gang said he to the counterfeiter, and at
tempt to rescue you, l give you fair notice
that the father of your children may get
hurt unless you keep quiet The man did
not speak, but heard the chain on the
handouts rattle a little
q who is that? asked one Of the horse
men, riding up behind.
g Some travellers, replied the sheriff
- o1f rafhoy LOTT Have
met the sheriff. asked the horseman.
voice, drawing his pistol, and cooking it;
'I've devilish good mind to pepper the
scoundreIs. Are you loaded, Benway?
No, have no pistol he replied, IN a
low tone.
Pm sorry, because we couldn't very
we'll hit amiss among them fellows, said
the sheriff, for they are a desperate gang
believe it would save the country several
thousand dollars expense of grand and
petit Jurors, and board in Jail, if could
only make centre shot, now
1 say have you seen the sheriff? said
the horseman again, riding still nearer, but
keeping within easy reach of his compan-
ions.
See here!' said the sheriff, refining his
horse suddenly around in the path before
them. I'm the sheriff of this county, my
SELF and weigh hundred aud eighty lbs
when I'm light! pve got one Of your gang
in irons,-the Great Mngwump himself, |
reckon, strongly guarded by men armed
to the teeth; so you just ride up here and
surrender, or we'll blow you through, and
kill old Mug too Ride up here now or
we'll fire..
Instead of obeying this sanguinary or
der, one of the party sang out, Hobo hold
on now, sbe-sherif! don shoo-shoot your
friends!'
$ 'BaR said the sheriff, lowering his PTS,
tol and turning about disguised, It's old
Royce wonder what's up now
Who is it?' said to Benway
cit is Roswell Lewis Iawer, he replied.
we call him Old Royce. He's out on that
attachment suit against Wells & Co., and
YOUR friend Wakefield is with him probably
Here, sheriff, said Benway, ride back and
give him this bottles that will unlock his
braius if anything can
q" That's pretty good said Old Royce,
and tastes like imported My friend Wake
field here never takes anything; so guess
I'll drink for him. I've always had to do
double duty in the world. By the way he
continued, 1 must tell you good dodge
that my friend here came on a pigwidgeon
lawyer down in Chicago. This lawyer was
trying to get ahead of my friend here, and
had left orders to be called for the morning
train, but what does my friend here do but
go and have the order changed-do you see?
and SO the little pigwIdgeon is left behind.
It's just such little touches Of genius as that
sheriff. that redeems human nature, and
makes US more than brutes. He'll make
fifteen thousand dollars by it. Halo, what's
your hurry sheriff? l can't keep up if you
are going to trot, you know. This horse
was made on purpose for circus, guess
He'd do all the square Jumping up aud down
to music, but be amt worth shucks to go
ahead He's a humpy horse, and believe
my brains would all be shaken into my
| boots if | rode him another day and he
grumbled away in the same strain till we
| got out of hearing, and atterward, pre-
sumo.
''In two hours more we reached the Fox,
and foIded it, and found sleepy hostler in
the hotel; but on looking in the buggy for
my valise, found it was gone and it con-
tanned all my papers, We had probably
left it by the slough. Here was bad fix;
for when it came daylight, Wakefield would
attach of course.
g What shall we do Benway?, said l.
Can't you invent some plausible story tc
detaiu them?'
: 1t looks to me- he replied 'as if we
were to be defeated at last. I'll send some
men to look for the valise, and we'll see
what can be done after that; but know old
Royce VEIL and when his head is clear
again he'll be sharp enough-to use his owr
) phrase-to shave hogs with feather
Il felt desperate now, for had come tc
look on the matter as fairly under my con
troll and had already set Wakefield down a.
defeated; but here the tables were to b,
turned with a vengeance, and my enemy
was to triumph.
'Benway, said I, when he came back
: i have got them, | guess. You say tina
Wells boards in this house, and that yor