FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169  
170   171   172   173   174   175   176   177   178   179   180   181   182   183   184   185   186   187   188   189   190   191   192   193   194   >>   >|  
re Christmas-day, I were coming home from my work; and just as I were passing the Railway Inn I sees a bag lying on the step just outside the front door of the public." "A what?" exclaimed Bradly, half rising from his seat. "But go on--all right," he added, noticing the sick man's surprise at his sudden question. "A bag," continued the other. "It were a shabby sort of bag, and I thought it most likely belonged to Ebenezer Potts, for I'd often seen him carrying a bag like it: you know Ebenezer's a joiner, and he used to carry his tools with him in just such a bag. So I says to myself, `I'll have a bit of fun with Ebenezer. I'll carry off his bag, and leave it by-and-by on his own door-step when it's dark; won't he just be in a fuss when he comes out of the public and misses it! I shall hear such a story about it next day.' For you know, Thomas, Eben's a fussy sort of chap, and he'd be roaring like a town-crier after his bag. It were a foolish thing to do, but I only meant to have a bit of a game. So I carries off the bag, and turns into the Green Dragon on my way home to have a pint of ale. "There was two or three of our set there, and one says to me, `What have you got there, Ned?'--`It's Eben Potts's bag of tools,' says I; `I found it lying on the step of the Railway Inn while he went in to get a pint. I shall leave it at his own door in a bit; but won't he just make a fine to-do when he misses it!'--`It'll be grand,' said one of them, and they all set up a laugh.--`Let me look at the bag,' said poor Joe Wright, who'd been staring at it. I hands it to him. `Why,' says he, `'tain't Eben's bag after all.'--`Not his bag!' cries I, in a fright.--`Nothing of the sort,' says he; `I knows his bag quite well. Besides, just feel the weight of it; there's no tools in this bag.'--`Well, it _did_ strike me,' says I, `as it were very light. What's to be done now? They'll be after me for stealing a bag. I wonder what's in it? Not much, I'm sure; just a few shirts and pocket-handkerchers, or some other gents' things, I dessay.' "`Well,' says another, `there'll be no harm looking, and it'll be easily done--it's only a common padlock. Has any one got a key as'll unlock it?' No one of us had; so we says to the landlady's daughter, Miss Philips, who'd been peeping in, and had got her eyes and ears open, `Have you got ever a bunch of keys, miss, as you could lend us?' She takes a bunch out of her pocket, and com
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169  
170   171   172   173   174   175   176   177   178   179   180   181   182   183   184   185   186   187   188   189   190   191   192   193   194   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

Ebenezer

 

pocket

 
misses
 

Railway

 

public

 
Besides
 

weight

 
strike
 
Wright

staring

 
fright
 

Nothing

 

things

 

dessay

 

daughter

 

landlady

 

unlock

 

common


easily

 
padlock
 
Philips
 

stealing

 

handkerchers

 
peeping
 
shirts
 

thought

 

shabby


continued
 

surprise

 

sudden

 
question
 

belonged

 

carrying

 
joiner
 

passing

 

Christmas


coming

 

exclaimed

 

Bradly

 
noticing
 

rising

 
Dragon
 

roaring

 
Thomas
 
carries

foolish