The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1899-11-02
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weakly. I'm going to get them all the
same.
Here's i've dollars says you don't"
said the bill collector, producing the
money.
Pullington hesitated few moments.
and then, as the bill collector began to
laugh at him, he assumed reckless air
and accepted the bet.
Pullington is married. He had told
his wife about his purchase, and almost
the first thing after dinner she asked
him if the trousers had been sent. He
was obliged to confess that .hey had
not, and under persistent questioning
told her the whole story.
Mrs. Pullington said: Hmm MIMI"
which is mean thing for any woman
to say to her husband.
'Maybe you think won't get those
trousers" said Pullington, somewhat
nettled by the remark.
Apparently Mrs. Pullington had what
the bill collector called "some of The
elements OF dead-game sport" "1ou
don't want to bet me new dress that
you will get them?" she said.
Pullington said he didn't, but was
ultimately obliged to.
On his way to town the next morning
he was again thoughtless enough to
mention the incident of the trousers.
When he reiterated his determination
to secure his property he was again in
vited to back his judgment. Pulling
ton is strongly opposed to gambling in
any form but he backed it.
He went to the store Immediately aft
the course of five minutes man came
and opened it about two inches to ask
him what he wanted. Pullington ex.
planned for five minutes more, and was
at last grudgingly admitted to the pres
ence of the receiver, who was immersed
in pile of books and accounts and had
dark rings under his eyes.
"Have you got the check?" asked the
receiver.
Pullington produced the document
and waited until the receiver hunted up
the entry in the order book and com
pared it with the slip.
at seems to be all right" said the
receiver, at last, but don't see that
can do anything about it. I'm in charge
here, and my instructions are not to let
anything go. You'd better file a claim"
I'm not going to file anything" said
Pullington. I'm going to get my
trousers"
He wondered as he went out why the
receiver offered to bet him SIS that he
wouldn't get them. However, he de-
cided that he would go to judge of
the circuit court with whom he had a
slight acquaintance and submit the
case to him. The judge was out, but
Pullington found him the next day.
Il think can fix you out" said the
judge. IN give you an order for
them. l don't see any reason why you
shouldn't have them"
Pullington took the order around to
the store and found that the receiver
had gone home. The same night he
was called out of town on business, and
it was week before he got back. When
he saw the receiver again that function
airy told him the judges order was mo
good
I'm acting under the sheriff." he
said. "If you can get me an order from
the sheriff I'll give up the trousers with
all the pleasure in life"
1T seems to me there's whole lot of
red tape about this business" said Pull
lington. Those trousers are mine.
I've paid for them, and you've got the
money; or, if you haven't you ought to
have. What's to prevent you giving
them up to me right now?"
I'm liable on my bond" said the re-
ceiver.
I'm give you guaranty bond for
| $3.50 to secure YOU" said Pullington.
But the receiver said that would be
| irregular, and refused to be turned
from the path of duty. Pullington
called at the sheriif's office. He called
again, and still one other time before he
succeeded in getting an interview with
the official. In the meantime the bill
collector, Mrs. Pullington and the men
on the morning train were growing
| clamorous.
The sheriff said he was liable on his
bond, too, and that he would do nothing
without the opinion of his attorney.
You take your check and go and see
what he thinks about it," said the sher-
if. You'll find him in the Bechuana
block. Get me note from him saying
it's all right and I'll give you an order
for the receiver to give up your trous-
ers."
Thereupon Pullington went to the
Bechuana block, and one afternoon
after sitting on perforated bench for
three-quarters of an hour he was adj
mitted to the private Office of the attor.
ney, who heard his story, consulted a
big sheepsllin volume of California re-
ports, decided that it was lawful and
equitable for Pullington to get his
trousers and gave him a note to the
sheriff. The sheriff gave him a note to
the receiver, the receiver instituted O
search, and at last paper parcel was
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