Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1886-01-28
MIR. SNICKERS'S ADV ENTURE.
BY J. t.

BY J.T.
Uncle Isaac Smokers, of .Gossippee,
charming little village in Connect
cut finally made up his mind to go to
New York. He had been there once
| when he was boy.
He babe his family very hearty
adieu and logged away to the distant
railroad station. The cars took him
to the boat, on which he duly embark
ed at night, prepared, carpet-bag in
hand, to undertake a thorough survey
of the premises before turning in"
Early in the morning he washed
himself thoroughly, and made his APP
pearance on deck just as the sun began
to foreshow signs of its rudy com
ing in the east.
One after another the passengers
came from their beds, numb and half
wake, looking as if neither the nights
sleep nor the mornings wash had done
them any good whatever. In the dis
lance lay the city, an undistingulsha-
bic mass. The decks were black with
the awakened passengers. He'll Gate
was close by, and the shores were very
near on either side. All began to
crowd now at the guards, eager to see
what there was worth their inspect On.
Presently there was loud cry which
startled every one. All looked round
TO understand the trouble.
"Pm robbed y shouted a man, with
every look of terror depicted on his
countenance.
Everybody instantly clapped his
hand on his pocket.
"I'm robbed of a pocket-book that
contains S750!' exclaimed the loser,
elevating his voice
Every body's attention having been
thus momentarily turned again to the
unhappy traveller, well-dressed man
improved the opportunity to slip Il
bulky pocket-book, that might have
held exactly $3.50, into the coat-sllirt
of Mr. Isaac Smokers! The most I'M
fortunate gift of money he propably
ever had in his life.
The alarm was given to the officers
Of the boat, and, just as she came into
the stream and made ready to enter
| her berth at the dock, her engines
were stopped, and small boat went
ashore to bring an officer ON board
He came up the gangway, looking
grateful for such an opportunity to
display his find qualities at rogue
catching.
Search the passengersw called out
the captain, while the steam bowed
away at the highest force.
Some Observation-Disclosures mutter-
ed but all finally gave in. OF course
an honest man would have no fears.
Innocence always holds up, its head
and looks you straight in the face.
The officer went around and the
passengers severally turned their pock
cts inside out. At last the man came
to Uncle Isaac. Oh, you may search
me-" said Mr.. Smokers. holding out
his arms as if he was about to be meas
ured by the tailor, and looking with
one eve over at the Jersey shore; 81
amt got no money that don't belong
to myself can tell ye. and he uld
not help laughing with inward delight
at the mere thought of the thing. He
fancied it would be a good joke to re-
port to the folks at home.
"What's that then p demanded the
officer, holding up the Identical peck
et-book which he had just picked out
of his skirt.
whats that" exclaimed Uncle
Isaac, thoroughly terrified.
"My pocket-book, cried the man
who had lost it. "Seven hundred and
fifty dollars in it besides notes and pa
per It's mine, for know 1t by the
outside"
A hasty examination proved the
mans ownership, and his property was
duly returned. All the passengers
now began to crowd around the un-
happy victim. The officer took him
in his charge, and the wheels of the
steamer began to feyolve again. There
was jam of persons and confusion
of voices. Abovs them all could be
heard the voice Of Mr.. Smokers 81
never took the man s pocket book !!
You can't say ever did such a thingl
NV names Snickers-Isaac Smokers
and live at Gossippee, in Connec-
ticut.''
II can't help what your name is"
said the officer, gently trying to work
his prisoner eff into corner. you'd
better try and keep "a little quiet, my
friend"
81 shan't keep quiet, for Pm not the
man you take n.e Tor. Good Christie
pher!" and he tore his hat from his
head and threw it III a mad passion
down upon lhe. deck. The spectators
laughed. lie stamped and cursed
little, though no enc heard what he
said, for again they set up roar.
Served the old fellow right some of
them remarked to some others.
"Ism respect er-ble mar" said he,
extended both hands. "I'm an honest
citizen! my names Isaac Snickors- as
I told you before and you'll find it
in my hat there ON the floor"
Some of them picked it up and
found it was so. Strange that reg
ular thiei should wear his name in his
hat. But possibly not his own name.
All very likely.
The report of the robbery had, of