The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1875-09-03

door you muSt WHICH, heio eh4
ing, and when he comes out to break
fast arrest him. Boy, there's your dol
lar"
Thus left, the deputy settled himself
comfortably down in his char, ana the
Sheriff walked off, satisfied that he mad
trapped his bird. -. o,.,.
Next morning about eight o'clock he
reappeared. There sat the Waterman,
looking little red about the eye-lids,
and there stood the boots, as when he
left the night before.
"Any movement, Link z"
"Not bit as yet; quiet as church
yard.
"Ah, bal Thinks to tire us out.
Go down and get some breakfast, Link,
and I'll mount guard while you're alb
sent"
The deputy went away, and i'll half an
an hour returned invigorated and re-
freshed, and resumed his post, which he
faithfully held till noon, when his prin-
cipal again made his appearance on the
scene.
"What Not up YETI"
" Not a motion !"
The two men looked at each other
doubtingly. At this moment one of the
chambermaids came along, with broom
and bunch of keys in hand.
Got key that'll open this room z"
said the sheriff.
eyes SIR" said the maid. Applying
it, the door flew open, and the two Off
GERS rushed in.
1t was empty.
The bed was undressed half-smoked
cigar and newspaper of the day before
Law upon the table, which were. all the
traces of its having been occupied.
From force of habit the deputy guard
ed the door, while his principal looked
into the shallow closet, under the bed,
out of the window Git was forty feet to
the pavement), and had even taken off
the blower at the little fireplace, with
the vague ideas that the man sought
might have vanished, in some mysterious
manner, up the chimney, when his eyes
caught sight of the bell-boy, standing
outside the door.
"Say, boy, do you know where Mr..
Short is, who occupied this room. F"
"Sure, sir, he must be III Portland"
said the boy with grin, "he left in the
seven o'clock train, and it's twelve now. "
but whose boots are those at the door"
"These," said the boy, taking them
up ; "these be Mr. James Pines boots,
here's his name on the lining.
And so it was, and the officers had
never thought to look in them.
care you afraid anyone would stale
em, that We sit by 'em so?" asked the
waiter maliciou.ly.
The sheriff made no answer, but strobe
ont of the room, sending the boots aside
with vigorous kick as he passed toward
the staircase. When he was halfway
down, he was stopped by the voice
of the bell-boy, who, leaning over the
! bnnnisters, called out
"Sir, jist moment, PLACE"
"Well, what is it % replied the Off
: Ger, turning up his face.
; "Would you tell me, PLACE, how much
it is Mr.. Pines pays an hour for the
watchin' av his bootsl"
: The sheriff vouchsafed only an indig
nant "humph, and passed on. He anC
. his deputy had passed out upon the
front steps of the house, when another
waiter, running after him, tapped hin
on the shoulder with the message thai
, the hotel clerk wished to speak with him
fastening back with the thought that he
: was to hear something respecting his los
q game, he was met with bland smile 10y
- the clerk, who remarked:
= 81 b'lieve you forgot this little bill. "
4 Little bin What little bill ?"
I The clerk presented a paper bearing
!" the pictorial representation of the Ire
mont, and beneath which was the charge
. STEPHEN GRAHAM Esq,
: To proprietors fremont House Dr.
: Lodging ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS. S1.O
Il "Do you mean to say that you intenC
S charging me dollar for my mans Sitting
o up in chair here all night p said tn,
It officer of the law, red and irritated.
S Can't tell how he passed the night
: all / know is that we gave him lodging
e and one dollars our price, replied Tia
s clerk, Jelly.
"Say, Charley, have you seen my oil,
:, boots 2" asked gentleman at this juno
ture who appeared to be accidentally
standing near.
II "Ive missed 'em from my room.
hope some one has kept an eye on 'em
= for l would rather give a dollar tina,
d lose 'em.
n "All right, the boots is safe, sur
= ulun the Sntleman SIT by EN- o.
e night, answered the grinning waiter q
l. the sheriff turned around.
Ii "Ah Graham, good morning-muc1
e obliged to you-here, let me pay thi
lodging bill, for l prize those boots,
s said Jim Pines, as he took the slip G
k paper from the sherifFs hands, VIII
stood staring at him.
S "Mr Pines, 1 give it up. I'm en-
e chred," said the officer, "and that's til
e first pair of boots ever knew that helpe
a man to run away without his bein
in EN-"
u "Ah, " said Jim, "theres nothing lik
leather when there's business afoot. -
" Boston Commercial Bulletin.
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