The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1873-12-19
There them's my first-class apart
ments. Cum'tble?"
G O.. ~ IL L.

"SOBle" said HaTum.
81 han't been so warm, not since
the last thaw, at all, (" said Scarum,
sleepily,. Indeed, Searum was sound
asleep by the time he had said it;
and Harum was asleep by the time
that Scarum was. They curled up
in the school-ship boys jacket, like
two little puppies, with their heads
under their arms and their mouths
open. In fact, they seemed a great
deal more like little dogs then they
dld like little boys. But Bobbit did
not think of this; they were very
much like all his borders.
"Babies" he said to himself. twist
Ing himself together to keep warm,
"Jest babies. Now I'd like to know
what 'ud ha' become O them two his
night ef l didn't happen to keep no
tel. Wh-e-eWw
THIS night was growing quite cold
enough to emphasize. Bobbit was a
little surprised it grew so cold. You
see he was used to sleeping in the
'frst- class rooms" over under the
jacket and the hay. Right here in
the lips of the boiler it was icy and
wet. The wind puffed in at the
cracks where the hogshead top did
not fit. 1t seemed as if the hotel were
drawing in great breaths, like an an
imal, into its iron lungs. The sleet,
too, shot in little broad-sides of it,
cutting and cold. Bobbit's hands
bled where it struck them; but it
was so dark that he did not know it.
''The winds the wrong way" said
Bobbit, "My front door'll be down
afore morning. Heigh-o! HarumF
HaFum was asleep.
''ScaFuml"
Scarum was asleep.
"Warm as toast" said Robbit,
feeling Of them. wonder ef they
could spare me the jacket?"
But, after some thought, he con-
cluded not to take the jacket. The
storm was screaming horribly over
head this side, that side, all about,
and the wind still the wrong way.
II the front door should go down,
the jacket would no9 be any to too
much for his little dodgers.
81 won't ask fur't," said Robbitt,
with little grim smile. Il brung
'em in here, won't ask for the
| jacket"
So he did not ask for the jacket,
and by and by the door went down.
Seems to me 1 never knew such
a night-not so much like notching
knives" said poor Robbit; for the
boiler gaped cruelty and drew in long
breaths Of the storm upon him. The
snow swept in, and the wind; the
sleet crusted owe his bleeding fingers
and his hair, 1t was very dark. Of
ten, when the wind was the wrong
way and the front door went down,
he could see stars through the rusty
gums of the creature-the boiler
seemed more like a creature than
| like a hotel, after all, sometimes;
but now opened into blank blackness
and noise.
1t was very, very cold. Robbit
had been very cold before; but new
er so cold as this. lie looked ovel
at the "best soot," where his little
dodgers lay, and thought how warm
it must be in there. He kept the
ledge ofthe storm from the little boys
you see. 1t struck and b-oke upon
his own poor little freezing flesh. If
he could change places with Harum
| lScarum! If he could only change
places for little while.
But Robbit shook his head hard
at himself.
That's one way to keep hotel
Put folks into your front entries and
| freeze 'em before mornin'P'
But it was bitter cold Robbet felt
and gnawed all over.
81 should ha, liked the-jacket;
but l won't. No, Iwon'tp said Rob
bit. He put his head down under
his arm. The snow had drifted in
high and soft; his arm and his head
went down into it, ike a cold cush-
ion.
''Tll have a white pillar case, at
any rate" said Robbit, slowly. won
dering why he didn't laugh at his
own joke. "And l. Won't-no, ]
won't; they was company. And sech
babies. Folks as keeps hotels must
put NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.. It's
somethin' to hev a white-pillsr-
case of yer own"
The little hotel-keeper sunk lower
and lower into his white pillow-case.
The hotel door gaped steadily. All
the front entry filed with snow that
the boiler choked and gaped no lon
| ger to the black night. Instead, it
grew duly white and warm, so the
little dodgers in the best room
thought, when they walked each
other up, once in the night, by
trying to get their four feet into one
of the jacket sleeves. They called
out to Robbit; but he lay quite still
in the front entry and made no an
swer. So they thought how comfor-
table they were and went to sleep
again.
Now, in the morning, there was q
great noise inside the boiler, and
outside, too, for that matter For
Robbit's hotel was drifted anddroWn-
ed almost out of sight and breath by
the piling snoE; and Robbit's little
dodgers, when they found it out,
whined and whooped till policeman
and butcher and two shoyels came
to dig them out.
Puppies" said the policeman, let
ting sunlight in, "froze up here
over night. A batch of pup-hal-
lloom
For his shovel struck lard on
something, and it was not puppy.
It was. the little hotel keeper, on his
white pilIow-case, asleep and cold
so sound asleep and so cold tnat nei-
ther the policeman, nor the butcher,
nor Harum, nor Scarum could wake
him, though they tried their best for
an hour.
"He give them other young 'uns
the warmth of whole freezing con
Icernl" !" said the policeman, talking
very fast. That's what l cal
grit"
Harum and Scarum called it q
pity. They did not know what else
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