The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1886-06-04
.Dropped ontg" interposed the

dropped outg" interposed the
stranger, in sympathetic tene.
''Yes, dropped out, 7 said Mr.. Petit
grew, very red in the face.
Dear me! How did you manage
it?n inquired the stranger
Il don't know. / had it in my hand,
and the draught was strong,n said Mr..
Pettigrew. hastily. "Howeyer," he
added, with more assurance, lit can't
be helped. | must pay, that's all. =
PAY. Oh, no! | shouldn't think of
such thing if I were YOU returned
the stranger, briskly. you've lost
your pass by an accident, but you've
only got to say SO. / saw 1t and will
give my testimony
You are very kind said Mr.. Petit
grew, not quite knowing whether to
feel grateful or not.
After all there was no reason why he
should pay the expensive railway fare
| if he could get off doing so, and now
that the tell-tale pass had disappeared
in the breeze, there seemed no fear of
detection. If the official at the next
station declined to accept his statement
about the loss of the pass, he would
only be called upon to pay, and this he
was now reconched to do. Consider
! ably easier in his mind Mr.. Pettigrew
awaited the result of the experiment
with tolerable equanimity, and even
ventured to exchange ideas with his
companion on the subject of the
weather. When the next stage of the
journey was reached and the inevitable
ticket inspector again presented him
self, Mr.. Pettigrew told his story glibly
| enough.
"Of course, if l must pay, I must,
he concluded, putting his hand reluct-
antly in his pocket
pooh! Nonsense! No occasion
whatever for that interrupted the
stranger. II know this gentleman
had a pass, inspector, and saw him
| lose it.
"Will you give me your name and
address, sir?n said the official.
Certainly again interposed the
stranger before the startled Mr.. Petit
grew could speak. This gentleman
is Mr.. Moss Levi, the agent Of the Sill
yer Crescent Steamship Company.
You only have to telegraph to London
and ask for instructions. Tell them to
wire reply to Plymouth, and lock us in
till we get there. The gentleman is
well known to your colleagues there. "
The inspector, civilly enough,
acquiesced in this arrangement, and
the stranger glanced at Mr. Pettigrew
for his approval. But Mr.. Pettigrew
had turned very pale, and looked the
very picture of dismay. The plan sug-
gested would have been excellent if he
had been the person he pretended, but
as it involved the necessity of his being
identified by some one who knew Mr..
Levi, the drawback was at once appar-
ent. In fact, now that it was too late,
Mr.. Pettigrew realized his folly, and
cursed the strangers well-intentioned
interference.
In the midst of these agonizing re-
Elections, Mr.. Pettigrew's glance en-
countered that of his companion, who
seemed, from his manner, to divine
what was passing in his mind.
:" suppose you realize, sir, the awk-
ward fix you have got yourself into,"
said the stranger, sharply.
"I-I-what do you mean?" gasped
Mr.. Pettigrew.
You know very well what mean"
returned the stranger. "You said you
were Mr.. Moss Levi. It is lie-an
impudent imposture. / am Mr.. Moss
Levi"
"YouP" circulated Mr.. Pettigrew,
family.
eyes, sir. 1t is not the first time
have been personated upon this line.
| The directors have determined to pros
ecute, and the result of my message
will be that you will be taken into Gus
t0dy at Plymouth.
But-but had pass" cried Mr..
Pettigrew, transfxed with horror and
CONSERVATION.
ga forgery" said Mr.. Levi, with an
unpleasant laugh; ''you wisely got rid
of it. However, that won't help you
much"
"Good heavens! you are joking!"
murmured Mr.. Pettigrew, wiping the
persrration from his brow with a
trembling hand.
You'll see,'' said Mr.. Levi, omin-
ously.
But, sir, it is a mistake. I will
give my real name and address. can
bring any evidence you like of my re-
spectability. cried Mr.. Pettigrew, in a
frenzied manner
II can not anticipate the investiga-
tious of The polce,'' said Mr.. Levi,
coldly. Gas for your responsibility, at
all events you are travelling without a
ticket, on pretense of being somebody
| else. The penalty is a month, l be-
Heve," he added, in matter-of-
tone.
This cold-blooded way of putting it
was more than Mr. Pettigrew could
bear He yielded to a veritable panic,
and almost fell upon his knees, implor-
ing Mr.. Levi to assist him.
''The matter is not in my hands,
said Mr.. Levi, apparently touched by
his companions distress.
Il will pay any thing any thing!n
cried Mr.. Pettigrew, wildly
"a hundred pounds?' queried Mr..
Levi.
''EhP" exclaimed Mr. Pettigrew with
start.
"Give me check for 9100, and I
will assist you to escape" said Mr..
Levi, with sudden change of manner.
''Have you your check-book handy?"
Eyes, said Mr.. Pettigrew, scarcely
understanding.
"Here are pen and ink" said Mr..
Levi, producing a writing-case. Il
will undertake to square the police and
hush the matter up
"But how?" inquired Mr.. Pettigrew,
staggered by the amount demanded,
yet too terrified and agitated to demur.
II have ticket, said Mr.. Levi,
producing it. ''Take it, and get out
at the next station-the one before
Plymouth. Leave the rest to me.
Mr.. Pettigrew was literally terrified
into complying with these terms. He
had no time for reflection, even if he
had been capable of doing so.
| The train was already slackening
| speed, and before he knew where he
was, he found himself safely landed OH
the platform of the station short of
s IL, Il.