The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1882-11-23

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plate down at the rectory. And you
imagined you'd get haul here, did
you? Well, we've stopped you this
time-eh?"
With each successive query, Mr..
captor gave him shake like
a cat gives a mouse.
s.It's a mistake-all a mistake" he
croaked, vainly trying to unloose the
strangling pressure on his windpipe.
'.It's a"
..Of course it isr' his captor respond
ed. .'It always is a mistake when you
gentlemen get come up
with. lone, Louise! There's no need
of your shrieking any longer-Ive got
him, safe and sound?''
But tell you'll tell you" Mr..
Golding gurgled, franticaliy-'1 am no
burglar. l tell you l am
..Spare your ancestral tree, my gene
illogical friend.' 'Archie" responded.
''and just come along with me. Peters"
to the coachman, ''go open the room
over the coach-house; I'll warrant our
mistaken guest will keep there until
morning. with the assistance of chain
and paddock, if he doesn't roast to
death! Come Duke! Come, Royalr'
Then Ione's sweet, plying voice
came floating out from the hall
.'Oh, Archie! 1t is so awfully hot
and close in the corn-loftr'
Just the place for such a cool rasca.
as thisp I'll risk it? Come onr'
But will you hear me?' MIR. Gold
ing gasped. Il ann
''Of course you are! Come on!'
''But only came To-
mo more of your nonsense? We
can guess what you came for. but you
did not get it, did youP And any
further explanations you desire to make
can be presented before the bench of
magistrates tomorrow"
And so it transpired that Mr.. Gilbert
Golding, a respectable City solicitor,
was ANONYMOUSLY huddled into the
hot, suffocating loft over the coach
house that breathless August night.
THE scoundrels!-th dastardly
louts, not to know a gentleman when
they see himn'
And then all at once he remembered
that not one of his enemies had really
seen him.
thought, as he endeayored to lean out
the little narrow window for breath of
air.
But it was so long before morning
would come, and the misery and dis
tress of that dreadful night MIR. Golding
was sure he would never forget to the
latest hour of his life.
.'If had only gone up and knocked
at the front door like a Christian" he
lamented, when lamentations and in
dignation were all that was left him.
''This comes of trying to give idiots an
agreeable surprise
Somehow, toward morning he drifted
off into a light, restless sleep, from
which he was aroused by the grating of
th nte ffE il the r9e l9akJ Jra9s and the next min
"Tom! HalIoa, old feIfu""p'o2nn .'in;
time somebody let me out of this hole. "
And the look on Mr.. Dyson's face
was worth fortune to see.
by Jove, Golding, old fellow!
What the dickens are you doing
here?"
And then Mr.. Golding told his story,
while his friend almost exploded at the
ridiculous side he could not but see.
Il beg your pardon, old boy, but
butt is too funny! Arch and his
dogs and Peters all escorting you here!
And the women howling-but, by Jove.
Golding, you may thank little lone that
you're to be liberated so early this
morning. She would have me come
and find out about it-said she was sure
you'd be overcome with the heat up
here-and it is deuced hot and close up
here, isn't it?''
..Wen, now, isn't it? Suppose you
give it a tryp And Miss Ione-bless
her kind heart you here? Tom,
I'll marry that girl out of pure graft
tuder'
Mr.. Dyson laughed.
"Well. let's go back to the house,
and we'll try to make it mp to you for
our reception. After bath and fresh
toilet, Youth be ready for breakfast anC
the ladies. But why didn't you tell EN-
who YOU were?'
Tell 'emr' and the disgust in Gold
ino's face was unutterable. Tell 'em
Tell 'em! Tell 'em. I'd like to have
seen you try to tell emf
A couple of hours afterwards Mr.
Golding was ushered into the sitting
room, and "Archie," otherwise Mr.
Archibald Richmond, rushed forward
with an apology that savored disagree
ably of his enthusiasm Of the night be
! fore.
"a jolly good fellow. you know ,
/ Tom Dyson found occasion to whisper
'.and engaged TO lone. you know-quit'
| in the family, you might say"
! And somehow. after that, Mr. Gold
ing lost all interest in pretty lone
sympathetic commiserations, and wa
so unendurably stiff and disagreeabl
that when. during the day, he an
nounced his intention OF returning tC
town, no one did more than family
urge him to stay.
And in his dingy den in the yer!
neart of London. with the relentles
mercury marking eiehty-six at mid
night, Mr.. Gilbert Golding was coo
and comfortable, and ecstatieally hap
| py-when he compared the present witt
| twenty-four hours earlier.
Nor did he ever again attempt to sur
prise the Dyson's or anyone else.
The Irish constabulary force seems t
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