Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1884-03-27

The &click" decided me. Besides. the
old gentleman's eccentricity amused me,
and was curious To see how far it would
carry him. So l tossed my life preserver
to him. He caught it neatly.
"Now take off your coat and throw it
to me-"
took off my coat and threw it to him
diagonally across the room.
"Now the waistcoat"
I threw the waistcoat to him.
Boots" said he.
'They are Shoes" said I, in some ire
pidation lest he should take offense when
no offense was really intended.
'Shoes, then" said he.
I threw my shoes to him.
Trousers, said he.
"Come, come. sayl" exclaimed I.
Bang! The lobe Of the other ear came
off.
With all his eccentricity the old gen
tleman was man of his word. He had
the trousers, and with them my revolt
yer, which happened to be in the right
hand pocket.
''NoW the rest of your drapery."
threw him the rest of my drapery.
He tied up my clothes in the table-cloth,
and telling me that he wouldn't detain
me any longer, made for the door with
the bundle under his arm.
"Stop," said 1. "What is to become of
me?''
"Really, don't know" said he.
!You promised me my liberty" said I.
Certainly. said he. Don't let me
trespass any further on your time. You
will find the street door open; or, if from
force of habit you prefer the window,
you will have no difficulty in clearing
the area ratings"
"But 1 can't go like thisl Won't you
give me something to put On?"
"NO," said he, nothing at all; good
night
The quaint old man left the room with
my bundle. went after him, but /
found that he had locked an inner door
that led upstairs. The position was really
difficult one to deal with. I couldn't
possibly go into the street as was, and
if remained I should certainly be given
into custody in the morning. For some
time I looked in vain for something to
cover myself with. The hats and great
coats were no doubt in the inner hall; at
all events they were not accessible under
the circumstances. There was a carpet
on the floor, but it was fitted to the re-
cesses of the room, and, moreover, a
heavy sideboard stood on it.
| However, there were twelve chairs in
| the room. and it was with no little pleas
ure thatI found that on the back of each
was an antimacassar. Twelve antima-
CAESARS would go a good way toward COW
ering me, and that was something.
did my best with the antimacassars,
but on reflection I came to the conclu-
sion that they would not help me very
much. They certainly covered me; but
a gentleman walking through South Ken
sington at a. m, dressed in nothing
whatever but antimacassars, with the
snow two feet deep on the ground would
! be sure to attract attention. l might
pretend I was doing it for wager, but
who would believe me?
| l grew very cold.
1 looked out of the window, and pres
emily saw the BULLS eye ola policeman
who was YEARLY plOdding through the
snow. I felt that my only course was to
policeman" said from the window
cone word"
Anything wrong, sir2" said he.
az have been committing a burglary in
this house, and Ishall feel deeply obliged
to you if you will kindly take me into
custody"
Nonsense, sir" said he, you'd better
go to bed"
"There is nothing I should like better
| but live IN IlncOln'S Inn, an nave
nothing on but antimacassars; am al
most frozen. Pray take me into custody
'The street door is open," said he.
eyes" said 1. "Come in"
He came in. explained the circum
stances to him, and with great difficulty
I convinced him that I was in earnest
The good fellow put his greatcoat Over
me, and lent me his own handouts. II
ten minutes I was thawing myself ii
Walton street police station. In ten days
I was convicted at the Old Bailey. II
ten years returned from my penal servi
tude.
found that poor Mr.. Davis had gone
to his long home in Brompton Cemetery
For many yelrs I never passed hi
house without shudder at the terrible
hours spent in it as his guest. I have
often tried to forget the incident l have
just been relating, and for long time
tried in vain. Perseverance, however
met with its reward. continued to try
, Gradually one detail after another slip
ped from my recollection, and one lovely
. evening last May found, to my intens'
delight, that had absolutely forgotten
J all about it-W. S. GjLbeet, iIa The LOndol
Dramatic Ne1Us.
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