The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-05-22

Nat. perhaps, after all. 1t is bird
You know maybe Is thief by ma
ture.'
And so you suppose maybe could
have stolen the town mace, do you
Why. you are greater fool than the
newspapers.'
Mrs. Stott. humbly.
Il wish I could forget IT. groRled the
| chief constable. You had better put
on your bonnet and take my ticket
ron1d the corner to Mrs. Jones, who
will be glad enough to go with you;
| onIv take care Shaw don't keep you
| both, and put you in cage for pair
of owls. There, 1 am sorry to be 30
rude, Mrs. Stott; but the fact is, feel
as shall go out of my mind unless 1
| tackle this mystery; and must be lett
alone to think it out
| SO Mrs. Stott, obedient wife as she
was, attired herselt1 in gorgeous apparel,
and, accompanied by her friend and
neighbor, the parish doctors wife, nom
ored Mr.. Staw's menagerie with her
presence. 1t was a sort of fete which
| that practical student of Natural His
tory (which included some knowledge
| OF nankind) had given to the inhabi-
| tanls of the town, and everything was
on a very splendid scale. The show
was lit up by rows of chandeliers, made
| OF ClrcleIS OF "OUu anu from
the latter OF which, as they OF necessity
hung very low, the tallow dripped upon
| the heads of the company; but that was
not found out till the next morning.
| Tho floor and cages had been thor
oughly swept and garnished, and some
attempt had even been made, by means
of ungents and spices Tor, in other
words, chlorate of lime,) to mitigate
| the odor that hangs about all establish
ments devoted to the reception of wild
beasts. But 1t must be confessed that
| this last refinement was failure,-it
was like the jar OF OttGr, which lido
what you will, the scent of the roses
would cling to itstih," only in this case
the perfume was the result of comb
nation; the hyena and the musk-rat,
the royal Bengal tiger and the mar
moset, each contributed their SOupcOI.
In place of the usual Snowman, Mr..
Shaw himself, with an elegant white
wand, pointed out the various objects
of interest, explained their habits, and
nary sagacity. The monkey cages, as
usual, were the chief attraction; their
innocent gambOls, and the remarkable
penchant they exhibited for biting each
others tails, were the admiration OF the
beholder. Mrs. Stott, while regarding
these parodies upon mankind with
contemplative air, was very nearly
indeed, literally within half an inch or
so-of paying a great penalty for her
philosophic abstraction. a ribbed
face babboon of gigantic size, looked
not unlike one of Mr.. Cooper's Indian
horses In his war paint, made snatch
at her fingers, which, loaded with rings
happened to be ungloved, for she had
lust been taking refreshments.
Your charms even vanquish the
| brute creation, Mrs. Stott,' observed
the clerk to the Magistrates CALAMITY /;
the enamored animal seeks your
hand
yes; but, like the rest of the male
sex, for what is in 1t, or on it, replied
Mrs. Jones, who had been an heiress In
small way, till her husband removed
from her that invidious distinction by
spending all her money.
The ribbed face baboon screamed
with disappointment, and swung by
his rope head foremost, and with his
eyes shut. for the rest of the evening.
1t was l A. NJ, and the chief cOnsta-
ble's wife had been in bed since mid
night, but she had not yet fallen asleep.
She was awaiting the arrival OF Mr.
Stott, in hopes that he might have some
good news 10 tell her, or 10 comfort her
with his sym pathy in case he hadn't.
1t was beautiful night, and she had
left the window open, through which
the soft fresh air came gratefully
enough after the atmosphere of the
the majestic football of her lord while 1t
was yet u great way off, and she was
listening for it. Presently through the
deep Summer stiffness, sounded a
human step, which, albeit not that she
was ex pecting, seemed familiar to her.
1t was a step which, although it moved
with quick ness, had slight limp such
as she had noticed in the gait of Mr..
Shaw, Yet he had himself assured her
that very evening that he was man OF
early habits, and always shut up his
house on wheels before ~ O'Clock. It
was most unlikely that on the night of
his fete, of oil nights, he should have
made an exception to this sanitary
practice and yet she knew no other
step than his like that step. 1t stopped
beneath the window, and then there
was a sliding, scrambling noise, as
though something were struggling up
the water pipe that ran down the side
of the house, and she felt at once that
the mystery of these nightly thefts was
about to be solved.
She was frightened, of course: but
she did not shut her eyes and put her
head under the bedclothes, as most
ladies would have done under the Cir
cumstances; on the contrary, she stared
so hard at the window, that the sides
seemed to meet and leave no window at
all. Or WAS it that the space had be-
come obscured by the presence of the
marauder? Yes, that was it: and what
u mHIauder!
The face of the intruder she could not
catch; but she saw he was quite black,
very inadequately attired, and provi-
ded with long tail. That late impru-
dent reply of hers to her husband, But
the devil has Wings came into her
mind with terrible emphasis. No won
der that even the Chief-cOnstab le'S Wig
ilance had failed to
All, tina: face! There was no mistak-
ing those very strikingly marked fea-
lures 1t was, without doubt, her lat9
admirer, the ribbon. face bnboOn; and
whether from motives of delicacy or
fear, Mrs. Scott did dive under the bed
clothes then, with only her nose left out
to breathe through, like the elephant
when under water, as Mr.. Shaw had
instructively informed her three hours
ago.
She could hear u little, however, as
we'll as breathe; and she distinctly
caught the quiet chuckle of her visitor,
and the chink of her rings as he swept
them of the dressing-table with his
hairy paws. Presently, there was
snrill whistle from below, and the
chuckllng ceased; and then came the
sliding, scrambling noise again. The
ribbed laced baboon had put the rings
in his mouth-having no Pocket-and
slid down the water-spout to his master
with the spoil.
john cried Mrs. Stott, when the
chief-constable put in his long-wished-
for appearance, and as soon as he had
got inside of the door, 1--WE found 1t
all OUT
'PshawY cried her husband, con-
temptuously.
'Lor,' cried she. swell, you are Won
al md pa