The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-09-02

| comfortably down In his chair, and the
Sheriff walked off, satisfied that ne hac
trapped his bird.
Next morning about eight o'clock he
reappeared. There sat the Waterman,
| looking little red about the eye-hds,
and there stood the boots, as when he
left the night before.
"Any movement, Link 2"
"Not bit as yet quiet as church
yard
CO down and get some breakfast, Link,
and I'll mount guard while you're alb
sent.
The deputy went away, and in half an
an hour returned invigorated and re-
! freshed, and resumed his post, which he
faithfully held till noon, when his prln-
cipal again made his appearance on the
scene.
"What! Not mp YETI"
"Not 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'n open this rooms"
said the sheriff.
ssYes SIR" said the maid. Applying
it, the door flew open, and the two OIL
GERS rushed in.
It was empty.
The bed was undressed haf-smoked
cigar and newspaper of the day before
Law upon the table, which were all the
traces of it's having been occupied.
From force of habit the deputy guard
/ II 10 HE, 011oo7 lCn1x0d
into the shallow closet, under the bed,
out of the window Git was forty feet to
the pavement), and had even taken Oft
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.
4 essay, boy, do you know where Mr..
Short is, who occupied this room. .
.sSure, sir, he must be in Portland, T"
said the boy with grin, she left la the
seven o'clock train, and it's twelve now. !"
The sheriff glanced at his watch. Yes,
but whose boots are those at the door.
"Thege," 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.
" Are you afraid anyone would stale
'em, that We sit by 'em 500" asked the
waiter maliciously.
The sheriff made no answer, but strobe
out 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
bannisters, called out ]:
"Sir, iist 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 boots?"
The sheriff vouchsafed only an indig-
nant "humph," and passed on. He and
his deputy had passed out tn p9s2hRb rt Tbs
waiter, running after him, tapped him
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 lost
! game, he was met with bland smile by
the clerk, who remarked:
"Ib'ieve you forgot this little BILL
s'Little bill What little bill 90
The clerk presented paper bearing
l the pictorial representation of the Ire
mont, and beneath which was the charge
STEPHEN GRAHAM, ESQ.,,
To proprietors fremont House, DR..
LOGGING ....:.......:........... $1.OC
I "Do you mean to say that you intend
) charging me a dollar for my mans sitting
} up in chair here all night?' said the
t officer Of the law, red and irritated.
5 " Can't tell how he passed the night
all know is that we gave him lodging,
. and one dollars our price," replied the
5 clerk, icily.
"Say, Charley, have you seen my ole
!, boots ?" asked gentleman at this juno
ture who appeared to be accidentally
standing near.
/ GIVE missed 'em from my room.
hope some one has kept an eye on 'em
for I would rather give a dollar thar
| lose EN-"
cali right, the boots is safe, sure
didn't the gintleman sit by 'em al
night, answered the grinning waiter as
: the sheriff turned around.
:" All Graham, good morning much
Obliged to you-here, let me pay this
lodging bill, for I prize those boots, .
) said Jim Pines, as he took the slip of
paper from the sherifrs hands, who
stood staring at him.
Mr.. Pines, give it up. I'm eu-
chred, said the officer, and that's the
first pair of boots ever knew that helped
a man to run away without his being
in 'em."
"Ah, said Jim, there's nothing like
leather when there's business afoot. -
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