The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1894-11-16

goose out of the parcel and laid it on
the shelf before him.
What's this:'
Its goose, said; you cap have
it cheap
He just seized the thing by the neck
and flung it me. l lodged, and it
caught the back of my head. You can
have no idea, if you've never been hit
on the head with goose, how it hurts
picked it up and hit him back with it;
and policeman came up with the
usual: Now then, what's all this
about?
Il explained the facts. The poul-
terer stepped to the edge of the curb
and apostrophized the universe gem
orally.
'"Look at the shop he said; it's
twenty minutes 70 twelve, and there's
seven dozen geese hanging there that
I'm willing to give away, and this fool
asks me if want to buy another
Il perceived then that my notion had
been a foolish one, and followed the
policemans advice, and went away
quietly, taking the bird with me.
Then said to myself: I'll give it
away. I'll pick out some poor deserving
person, and make thema present of the
id thing l passed good many peo.
pie, but no one who looked deserving
enough. 1t may have been the time or
it may have been the neighborhood, but
those Imet seemed to me to be unworthy
of the bird. l offered it to man in
Judd street, who l thought appeared
hungry. He turned out to be drunk.
en- ruffian. / could not make him un.
derstand what / meant, and he fol.
lowed me down the road abusing me at
the top of his voice, until, turning q
corner without knowing it, he plunged
down Tavistocb place, shouting after
the wrong man. In the Euston roao
l stopped Il half-starved child ano
pressed it upon her. She answered
Not mel and ran away. heard hei
calling shrilly after me: Who stole the
goose|
Il dropped it in q dark part OF Sey'
mour street. A lnan picked it up anG
brought it after me. Twas unequal tc
any more explanations or arguments.
gave him twopence and plodded or
with 1t once more. The pubs were just
closing, and 1 went into one for final
drink. As a matter Of fact l had had
enough already, being, as I am, unac
customed to anything more than an oc
cssional glass of beer. But felt de
pressed, apd l thought it might cheer
nae. l think had gin, which is thing
/ loathe.
Il meant to throw it over into Oak
ley square, but a policeman had his eye
on me and followed me twice round
the ratings. In Golding road l sought
to drop it down an area, but was frus-
trated in like manner, The whole
night police of London seemed to have
nothing else to do but prevent my get
ting rid of the goose.
They appeared so anxious about it
that fancied they might like to have
it. went up to one in Camden street.
called him Bobby ana asked him if
he wanted goose.
o." III tell you what don't want, he
replied, severely; and that is none of
your sauce
He was very insulting, and l natur-
ally answered him back. What actual
ly passed l forget, but it ended in his
announcing his intention Of taking me
in charge.
Il slipped out Of his hand and bolted
down King street. He blew his whistle
and started after me. A man sprang
out from a doorway in College street
and tried to stop me. tied him up
with butt in the stomach and cut
through the Crescent. doubling back
into the Camden road by Bait street.
SAT the canal bridge l looked behind
me and could see no one. l dropped
the goose over the parapet and it fell
with splash into the water.
"Heaving sigh of relief, turned
and crossed into Randolph street, and
there constable collared me. I was
arguing with him when the first fool
came up bieathless. They told me I
mad better explain the matter TO the
inspector, and thought so too. -