The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1886-06-04

who had already inspected the pass
now seemed to him to have been I'M
pleasantly suggestive of suspicion. 1t
was possible that this man had actual
ly telegraphed down the line to some
of his brother officials on the route to
look out for the imposter. A cowardly
conscience is remorseless stimulator
of morbid Imagination, and before he
had gone many miles Mr.. Pettigrew
had convinced himself that his worst
apprehensions would be realized.
Scarcely less disconcerting than the
fear of detection was the idea of hav-
ing to keep up the character of the
person he was supposed to be. A fatal
| drawback to this was that whereas the
name of Mr.. Moss Levi Enthusiastically
indicated Hebraic origin, Mr.. Petit
grew nose was pure Gentle snub.
This was so manifest at a glance that
the fact was alone calculated to excite
suspicion of his identity. Mr. Petit
grew felt that he could not stand
against this insurmountable discrep-
| ancy, and that to attempt to swagger
| and brazen out the situation-if his
identity were challenged would be
hollow mockery. The consequence
was that by the time the train reached
the first station at which stoppage
occurred, he had fdgeted himself into
such state Of abject apprehension
that his nervous and agitated manner
was almost sufficient to betray him.
When the ticket inspector made his APP
pearance, Mr.. Pettigrew, who had
| wrapped his offending nose in amuffier
and turned up the collar Of his coat so
as to conceal his features as much as
possible, handed up his pass with tn j,
air of a criminal. No wonder the off
cial, after looking at it, favored the
poor gentleman with long stare,
which made him burst into a cold per-
spiration. But this man, like the
other, returned the pass without rails
ing any objection, to Mr.. Pettigrew S
unspeakabIe relief. As the train pro-
ceeded on its journey he breathed
more freely, and even for a moment
contemplated the possibility of reach
ing his destination without misad-
venture. But his dismal misgivings
were by no means allayed, and very
slight circumstance sufficed to arouse
them again. Ever since the start his
fellow-passenger had remained quietly
seated in the opposite corner, reading
and doing alternately. He was a
middle-aged man, with strongly
marked features and very black eyes
and eyebrows. Nothing being further
from Mr.. Pettigrew' desire than to en-
gage in conversation, and thereby pos
sibly betray himself, he had been we'll
satisfied to observe that the stranger
seemed taciturn and uncommunicative
But whether it was that the last stop
page had disturbed the current of this
gentleman's meditation, or that he had
been struck by Mr.. Pettigrew' agita-
ton, he now appeared disposed to be
curious. He took stock of his un-
fortunate companion, who quailed in a
most guilty manner beneath his glance
and presently be asked affably:
"Going to plymouth, STRIP
Yes gasped Mr.. Pettigrew.
$50 am l." said the stranger; Gin
fact, it's my native place. Know many
people there, sirP'
Mr.. Pettigrew was about to answer
nervously in the negative, but sudden
ly recollecting that he was personating
somebody else, whose name might
transpire during the journey, he was
seized with veritable panic.
''No-at least, mean yes Yes, GER
tainly. In fact" he added, incautious-
ly, I'm going down on business"
Indeed" exclaimed the stranger,
with interest. ''Then I'm sure I've
met you before, sir. / knew your face
directly. You are often up and down
this line, are you not?n
Again Mr.. Pettigrew was about in
voluntarily to give truthful answer,
but remembering, just in time, the po-
sition of affairs, he hastily replied in
the affirmative.
"You are not Mr. Richardson, are
you, sir?n inquired the stranger, insin-
uatingly.
mo, sir, my name is Levi" replied
Mr. Pettigrew, with agulp, being taken
| aback.
This was eminently rash, as Mr. Pet
tigrew felt the moment he had spoken,
since the statement laid him open to
| sIil SOllo VI QdIlSCISs LIStIuIly III
flashed across his mind that the
stranger might be acquainted with the
real Mr. Levi. The idea was too dread
full to contemplate, but fortunately the
stranger made no sign. He might,
however, recognize the name and turn
the conversation on to shipping and
mercantile matters, concerning which
Mr. Pettigrew was as ignorant as an
infant in arms. To avert this contin-
gency, and to check himself from rush
ING headlong to destruction, Mr.. Petit
grew, in desperation, closed his eyes
and feigned to sleep, which, perhaps,
under the circumstances, was the
wisest thing he could have done. At all
events the eXpedient was successful, for
the stranger naturally relapsed into
silence. CHANGING, however, at him,
after mile or two, beneath his eve
lids, Mr.. Pettigrew found to his dis
may, that he was still regarding him
quietly and persistently. 1t was a
trying ordeal to feign to be uncon-
scious of this, and poor Mr.. Pettigrew
suffered a martyrdom in the attempt
He knew that he made miserable
failure of it, yet he dared not face his
companion openly, for fear he should
resume the conversation. 1t was a
positive relief when the next stoppage
of the train distracted the stranger s
attention, though Mr.. Pettigrew was
aware that he would again have to
produce his unlucky pass. When the
inspector appeared in due course, Mr..
Pettigrew pretended to wake up with
a start, and produced the document,
but, in doing so, he contrived to drop
it upon the floor of the carriage. In a
moment the stranger, who seemed to
be on the alert, officiously bounced
upon 1t and handed it to the inspector.
But in the most natural manner in the
world he first unfolded it, and Mr..
Pettigrew perceived that he took the
opportunity of glancing at the con-
tents. The action occupied only a
moment, but, nevertheless, the
stranger evidently satisfied his curl
osity. He leaned back in his seat with
smile, and looked at Mr.. Pettiorew