The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1896-01-04

wen, not TO De teulOuS, tnere we sat,
that robber and l., with the unoccupied
bed between us, the whole of that blessed
night-a night which, Judging its length
from my feelings, would have been excess
sively long at the North Pole when day
light is more out of fashion. Sometimes
the young man yawned, sometimes
yawned, sometimes we both yawned to-
gether, all the while protesting that we
weren't a bit sleepy, but too exasperated
at each other to hold any further CONVEX
| sation.
Once or twice almost dropped off, but
convulsively recovered my senses when
remembered where l was and in whose
company. Oh, it was the longest, dullest,
dreariest, stupidest, lonesomest, most
wearisome, monotononous and heart break
ing night l ever went through in all my
life.
When the sounds below proclaimed an
awakened house, he took his shaw strap
and left the room, closing the door behind
him with slam that expressed his senti-
ments better than il he had abused me
steadily for an hour. l looked yearningly
at the bed, but it was too late-I must
start for the construction camp before the
villain could form a new plan for mischief.
In The Office found him talking to the
clerk in an excited manner, but he broke
nff az nc ha bo@l, l.,
the clerk looked me over with great fero-
city. He had evidently been making a
complaint against his roommate, as |
intended to do against mine, and the sup
eriority of his clothes had drawn the super
misunderstanding clerk to his side meant
to have something to say myself, however.
''Send for constable" said I, author
itatively, walking up to the desk
'IIe's been sent for. young fellow"
drawled the clerk.
"Ah, that's risht-that's right" re-
joined l. surprised. "When he comes |
want him to make an arrest-do you under
stand?'
The clerk burst out laughing
"Why,' roared he 'the constables 90
ing to make an alrcst-going to arrest you
you brassy scoundrel, tool" and he seized
me by the collar, while the thief grasped
my arms.
"Who-what do you think I am :" sput-
tered l. full of wrath.
Don't know who you are-nothing
that's good, though, I'll be bound" said
the clerk. 81 never saw a more rascall,-
looking creature in all my born days.
Trying to rob a man, were you?"
''Rob man! 1t was this fellow who
was trying to rob mer' l exclaimed.
"Look herev'
Forgetting all caution in my rage
broke loose, tore open the old valise and
threw the money packages upon the floor.
Look! Here's ten thousand dollars Pm
taking to Shovel Brothers from the First
National Bank of Sarepta. If you don't
let me 90 I'll have you locked up!'
My room mate tore open his shawlstrap
as had the valise, and threw paper Gov
cred roll upon my packages.
'There's ten thousand dollars L IN taking
to Shovel Brothers from Rechsmarks,
Guilders & Co., of Boston. Lock up both
of us for couple Of wandering idiots!"
He began to laugh; so did I, so did the
clerk, so did the constable, who now came
in, and we kept it up until we were com
pletely exhausted. Explanations ensued.
$50 you didn't have a sword cane in
your shawl-strap," began.
"And you didn't have a pistol in your
valise-Pm sure thought you did" said
Reichmarks, Guilders & Co.
eff you hadn't watched me so" pro.
tested.
'If you hadn't been such hard. looking
customer Uninterrupted he
eff you had had guard" ! con-
tinued.
''If you had a shave" insisted he
"Why they told me to look out for the
Sarepta messenger, but they said he was
likely to be neat, respectable young
man,, and you weren't anything of the
sort?"
This is all. We joined forces, engaged
the constable to accompany us, and deliv.
cred our money. My roommate turned
out delightful fellow, and 1 didn't
return to the First National, though my
resignation did, for he secured me situa-
ton with Reichsmarks, Guilders 4 Co.,
which made my former salary seem like
financial bad dream.
A NARROWING EXPERIENCE,