The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-09-02
A STORY OF THE SHERIFF.


his duty rightly, considers that the &C
cepted guest in the hotel is as much in
his own castle as In his own house, and
will not permit him to be knowingly
disturbed by unpleasant or unauthorized
int1uders. This, sometimes, is of SER
vice, and prevents disagreeable conse
.quences, as will be seen in the history
here about to be given, the scene of
which was In the fremont House in
Boston several years ago, and one of the
actors therein, well-known merchant of
Boston, who, over the nom de plume of
s'Acorn, used to furnish some of the
iveiest ske tches of humor, and sharp
est of dramatic criticisms to the old New
York Spirit of the Times, whom we
shall designate as Jim Pines the other,
q well-knewn business man of our sister
city of Portland, whom, for convenience
Ike, we shall call Short, inasmuch as
he was short when one of the actors in
the scene we are about to recount
It CHANGED one fine evening that
stranger entered the fremont and
addressing himself to the ''gentle-
manly clerk" inquired if Mr.. Short
of Portland was stopping at the house?
He Is" said the clerk, referring to
the register.
"Well, I want to see him show me
up to his room, If you please"
eff you will send your card, / will
see if he is at home," replied the
clerk.
The visitor produced card, which was
handed to the bell-boy, whom he was
about to follow up stairs, when he was
cd nv tho oIo,.I-
Be kind enough to wait till we
see if Mr.. Short is in and will see
you"
r. Rsn boffltbQWo d see Che gentleman t fot
morrow morning."
Where's the room 2" said the visitor,
''Ill go right up myself"
excuse me, sir! Mr.. Short has al
ready sent word he does not wish to see
you till tomorrow, and / cannot permit
him to be disturbed"
"Well, sir, think I shall go up If
you will give me the number of the
room, for I'm the Sheriff, and I intend
to arrest him. "
At these words Jim Pines, who was
sitting In little room behind the key
board, where he had heard ali the CON
versation, and who is always ready to aid
man in difficulties -Jim, knowing this
to be case of lateat-night arrest to
force claim, rose and remarked that
g he was going to see if his supper was
ready, and slipping through the dining
hall up to his room, he took from thence
an old pair of boots and went to Shorts
room, where he was at once admitted.
'Take your yalise and buds, old boy,
and come along with me-"
What's up, Jim?" asked Short
"Not much, but the Sheriff will soon
be /; so come along"
The pair left the room, locked il be-
hind them, and Pines dropped the old
pair of boots outside the door, after
which they passed over to another wing
of the house, to Pines room, where
Short was left and the former descend
sed, where he found the hotel clerk still
engaged IN conversation with the
Sheriff.
s. I've seen about my supper, and it's
all right, said he, as he passed the clerk
with wink.
6 / see this room against Mr.. Shorts
name on the register is 26 ; is that where
you put him ?" asked the Sheriff of the
clerk.
eyes, SIR"
g Then / demand to be shown to that
room, immediately"
"All right, Mr.. Sheriff. Boy, show
the gentleman No. 26.
The unwelcOme visitor was conducted
up stairs to the desired room. There it
was, sure enough, number on the door.
pair of bots sitting outside. The Sheriff
looked at his watch. Half-past nine.
"Humphl goes to bed early" He
knocked no response. Knocked a lit
tie louder; still no reply.
"Boy," said he to the bell-boy who
still stood near him, !" is there any door
opening out of this room to the cham
bers either side 2"
No, sir you can see for yourself
there's nobody In this one."
The Sheriff looked into the unoccupied
rooms on each side, and satisfied himself
mat there was no communication. and
then, with grim smile, took a chair
from one of them and sat down beside !
the door of number Is.
Boy" said the officer of the law.
:" do you want to earn dollar2"
Yes, sir, . said the waiter, as his ewes
sparkled. -
Well, take this note for me,'' said
the officer, as he hastily scrubbed |
on the back of an old letter, "and |
bring me an answer. and you shall
have it.
The waiter was off Like shot, and re-
turned with an answer, to whom the /
other in whisper explained the situa-
ton. He's in here, and no way of
getting out we can't break in the /