Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1878-06-05

and if you have really won the girls
heart"
81 swear it p was the eager Interrupt
ton.
"Well-Tll-Ill think it over, and
we'll talk about it again tomorrow
morning"
"And you'll stay v til me tonight? ?"
Yes, I WILL" thinking to himself
the while, provided | can't get away"
''That's right That's something like
an uncle I've got a famous double
bedroom; you shall have a good sup
per and as fine bed as you would get
at Longs or the clarendon. Well get
up a good blaze and I'll pop the eat
ables and drinkables on the table before
you can count hundred" Saying
which, he set light to the fire and hur-
rieG out of the room to fetch the sup
per tray, leaving Mr.. Clock Illuminating
on the possibility of flight.
We are to sleep in a double bedded
room." thought he, and this is per-
haps the only opportunity for escape !!
1t will never do to let this man marry
Lucy; my son wants the money to go
into business. Humph he is safe |
think, for five minutes, ard his horse
and cab stand still in the courtyard
ready to start. If | once get mounted
with the reins in my grip, [ can afford
to laugh. at champagne supper and
double-bedded ROOM"
And then. after tossing off RUNNER
of wine, which he poured from de-
canter which stood on the cheffonier
and picking up his hat, purse and other
matters from the table, Mr.. Clock hur-
ried out of the chamber door, which he
took the precaution of locking after
him, and rushed rapidly down stairs,
not two seconds before Jack, with a
supper tray, re-entered the apartment.
Here we are-here we are W said
he ioyously; but then not seeing his
hoped for uncle-ln-law, ne continued,
" Halo where are we Gone evapor-
ated-bolted. Yes Oh, the old sin
ner he has rung the changes on me
to a certainty -
And hurriedly opening the window at
the back, he saw his late prisoner and
guest with the reins in his hand, lust
about to climb on the cab. "Stop !"
bawled he, in the voice of stentor.
GOOD night, cabby farewell. Fra
Diavols p gayly responded Mr.. Clock.
Shortly after which Mr. Martingale,
owner of the disappearing vehicle, be-
came dimly aware that two could play
the same game-running away with
cabs, if not with the people they con-
tanned. and thathe was, for the present,
rather the loser by the trick which he
had fancied so keen and certain of sue
cess.
Mr.. Clock, though no cab-driver, had
driven a biscuit wagon pretty often, and
was at home with reins and on roads.
He may have chuckled little as he
travelled down to Greenwich; and he
certainly did chuckle when he put up
his horse and cab at the livery there,
with orders not to deliver either into
any other hands than his own.
About three days after, there was a
very penitent young man calling upon
Mr.. Clock, and being received very
sternIy. But the biscuit baker had.
meantime, made inquiries, and found
that Martingale was a good enough
fellow at the bottom, and that there
really was an attachment between his
niece and the violent cabman. Re
suit, that after sufficient probation he
sanctioned the marriage, which neither
of the parties, so far as known, ever
had cause to regret. But Martingale,
for some cause was never fond of relat-
ing the story Of the abduction.