The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-12-11
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! Inal no go, Crlnger, come bach
aid sit just where found YOU" sale
the gobbler.
"Oh, certainly, by all means
tr-mbled poor Christopher, still hack
ing toward the door with succession
OF respectful bows tfat threatened tt
tumble him. II would be happy O
your company indeed, were it not thai
great importance, upon honor"
/ Atwhich overture the gobbler poured
forth wild, ridiculous laugh thai
caused Cringer to leap in the air with
terror and sent mocking echoes re-
sounding through every corner of the
thin old shanty, adding, whats the
business The poor, I suppose? Maybe
you're going to will them your Cruel
Come, old fellow, get on my back!"
"Your back!" bawled the miser, e.
think I'll do very well where I am"
At this juncture his barnyard friend
took a threatening stride toward him
and bristled all over in way that made
poor Cringer shake in his shoes.
SIS not my back a fine one? think
(here the gobbler rubbed his toe
slightly up the side of his nose), think
if my memory serves me, there was 8
time when you liked my back very we'll
eh, boy?"
"Your Honor" faltered the miser
thinking to fatter his old friend by
high titles, "your Honor'n admit you
were pretty well advanced in years, and
likely to die soon. didn't eat you out
of ill-will or anything of that kind, I'll
take my oath ont OF course--" and
here he experienced a sudden qualm OF
the limbs. Il hope, of course, sir
you're not making that out as reckon.
ing against ne?"
"There's reckonings enough made out
against you," the gobbler said, signif-
cantly. ASK me no more questions, but
do as bid you. Get on my back"
Cringer was quite certain now that
to use his own expression, "'twas all ur
with him.
Believing in the aI-powerful agency
OF money, and that even the spirit of q
defunct gobbler could be Influenced by
it, he sank on his knees, overcome by
the extremity of his feelings, and be-
sought his visitor to take shilling and
call it square, but the latter, before
Cringer could recover his breath
Strengthened up, and, with fierce
plunge, mounted the distracted miser
on his back, which, instead of being
warm, as it appeared, was ominously
COOL. and few with him through the
roof, and up into the clouds, from which
sleet and snow were th1ckly falling.
"Well," said the gobbler, taking
breath and balancing himself in the air
chow do you feel, Cringer?"
ooh, what an uncharitable question: p
gasped Christopher, convulsed in voice
and limb with the cold. ..
"Then you wouldn't like to be with
out a fire, chi" and the gobbler lifted
his foot and gave Cringer's whisker an
insinuating pull 1t had frozen all
around his mouth into bristlipg icicles
"Of course [ don't like the cold,
whined the miser, getting as angry as he
dared; don't you see the state I an
IN? Is all this torture because [ cal
| y
try?"
Here he began to tremble with such
violent chills that his cooked hat and
blouse flew off, until quite shelterless
he st bod in the blast, and then, seized
with new wonder, exclaimed:
lit strikes me your Eminence bears
this cold quite stoicallyp
"Oh, don't feel it," said the gobbler
with complacent look of comfort that
caused the miser pang of envy; 81
never willfully made anyone cold when
/ lived in your world, you know; that's
why~
Indeed" said Cringer, with as
thoughtful look as his shiverine
visage could command, shat is to me {
new idea;" but his meditations were
soon broken in upon by sudden flight
Of the gobbler's, who plunged hin
through the elements, circled over 6
range of buildings, and, like flash
flew down a chimney, through which
neither smoke nor heat was emitting
Alighting in the freplace, he bic
Cnnger peep through the crack of the
freboard.
II can't" said Cringer; Everyone Of
my whiskers are turned into sticks oil
| ice."
"Obey!" reiterated the gobbler, in
tones that made Cringer tremble in
spite of himself.
Whose house do you see?"
mine, sure enough" gasped Cringer.
growing Interested; "my tenement
block, as I'm alive"
Listen awhile, and tell me what you
see?
Cringer pressed his face SO close to
the ireboard that his sharp nose pro-
truded through the crack, and ne had
hard work to pull it back again without
losing it's top.
Circling around a cold hearth were a
poor woman and three little children,
her husband half reclining some dis
lance apart on a meager pallet Of straw,
his cheek, pale and emaciated, resting
on his hand and look of suffering in
his ava that would ta,1oh tho hard oct