Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1884-04-23

Sou VIII Suppressed laughter.
''He's putting 'em onl" he ex-
claimed, with a spasmodic burst which
be smothered with his hand.
"Hushl you IDIOT" whispered Sam,
with a furious gesture. "Have you
frightened him?n
"He was trembling like a leaf when
l went H." said the butler, composing
his countenance with difficulty. ''He
had just heard you call for revolver.
He wouldn't hear of putting on the
livery coat at first, though he swore he
would do anything rather than remain
IN the house. l persuaded him by
saying that l would bring his clothes
to him, if he would wait at the nearest
public house where he could change. -
"Quite right" said Sam, nodding
approvlnSly. Now, go and hurry
HIM up. Don't give him time for re-
lection"
The butler disappeared again, and
Sam commenced to arrange his some
what disordered attire. Mr.. Choke
had evidently lost no time in Disgusting
himself, for a moment later stealthy
footsteps were audible in the passage.
In an instant Sam had bounded out,
and came face to face with Mr.. Choke,
who started back as though he had
been stung.
''Hullo! What does this mean?'' ex-
claimed Sam, fiercely.
please, sir, it's friend Of mine. -
said the butler with promptitude. 81
was just agoin' to ask you for the key
to let him out.''
What do you mean, sir, by having
friends at this time of day2" cried Sam
as though glad of an excuse to vent his
ill humor. "Why the fellow must have
been here two hours and more. Where
does your master liye?" he inquired,
addressing Mr.. Choke abruptly.
The latter was evidently quite unpre-
pared for this question, but Sans
manner was so peremptury that he had
opportunity of considering his reply.
He mentioned the name of street in
dangerous proximity TO the one in which
he resided, apparently because it came
first to his mind.
Il Will speak to you afterwards, Sim
mOnds," said Sam, taking his hat from
the stand with an impulsive movement,
"and as for you, sir, L shall accompany
you home and complain TO your master.
don't choose to have other peoples
servants lurking for hours about my
house, and I've no doubt your master
will be gratified to hear how you waste
your time"
Sam did not wait 10 observe the effect
upon Mr.. Choke of this startling an
nOuncement. The fact was, he hardly
dared trust himself to look at him, for,
after single glance at her unfortunate
admlrer, Mrs. Multiple had retired with
precipitation into the background, and
Sam feared every moment that her
mirth would prove infectious. He
therefore fastened to unlock the door,
and Mr.. Choke followed him into the
street, apparently in hopelessly dazed
condition. But all of a sudden the un-
fortunate man seemed to realize his po-
sition. He started, glanced nervously
around him, and then put up his hand
TO hail a cab.
"HI! What are you about?" cried
Sam. Il don't want cab. 1t is a
short distance, and L prefer to walk.
You lead the way and will follow"
Mr.. Choke looked painfully undecided
for moment, and glanced at Sam as
though he meditated making an appeal
to him. He checked himself, however.
and started off with an air of despera-
ton down the street at a rapid pace.
Sam followed more leisurely at little
distance, keeping him well in sight, and
evidently keenly enjoying the episode.
What Mr.. ChOke's feelings were, it
was not difficult to conjecture. He
shambled along, with his eyes upon the
pavement. overwhelmed with confusion
and keenly conscious of his ridiculous
appearance. The clothes he wore were
many sizes too small for him, and,
though the livery was of the Quietest
description, the brass buttons and the
striped waistcoat were unpleasantly
conspicuous. Possibly he may have
consoled himself with the reflection
that he was not likely to be recognized
in such a garb, but if so, he was cruelty
mistaken. Sam had arranged ahaI half
a dozen irreverent young members OF
the club to which Mr.. Choke belonged,
should be on the alert, and the conse-
quence was that the poor wretch met
more of his acquaintances in short
distance than he had ever done before
in his life. But at Sans particular re.
quest, none of them gave any outward
sign of recognition, so that the VIC
tim was spared the anticipation of the
endless chaff and ridicule that awaited
him.
Sam had guessed, from the resolute
manner in which Mr.. Choke hurried
along. that he had resolved to adopt the
wlsest course under the circumstances,
and make the best of his way home
without wasting time in futile attempts
to allude or shake off his prosecutor. He
was therefore not surprised when Mr..
Choke passed without stopping, along
the street which he had given as his
address, and turned his steps despe-
rately towards his own residence. On
reaching his destination, he paused on
the doorstep, and turned to Sam.
"This is the house." he murmured,
as the latter came up.
For a single moment Sam felt soft
hearted and inclined to be merciful.
Mr.. Cheke's piteous expression was
more touching than the most eloquent
appeal. But the recollection Of the
mans gratuiteusly insulting conduct to
his wife decided him not to falter
in his purpose. He, therefore, said
quietly:
"Very well. I will speak to your
master"
Mr.. Choke gave kind Of gasp, and
proceeded to unlock the door with a
latch-key. He probably intended, IN
the comparative security of his own
house, to reveal his identity and TO get
rid of Sam before Mrs. Choke came
down, but, unluckily, they had no
sooner entered the hall than a severe
looking elderly lady appeared at the top
of the staircase. The instant she per-
ceived Mr.. Choke she threw up her
hands and exclaimed:
"Good heavens. Martini What is
the meaning of this?'
'Pardon me for intruding, Madame, :"
said Sam, advancing politely, ''but l
have complaint to make against your
man. He has been hiding in my house
for the last two hours, and am sure
you will consider his conduct no less
reprehensible than do. l don't wish