The Knickerbocker, Vol. 22, No. 3, September 1843Various
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The Knickerbocker, Vol. 22, No. 3, September 1843
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Without asking a question, he quietly stepped over the sleeping
child, and stooping as he entered, to prevent his hat coming in
contact with the top of the low door-way, he ascended a crooked
staircase, carefully picking his way; grumbling at its inconvenient
formation, and indulging a few mental anathemas against old houses
in general. At the head of the stairs a door was ajar; and without
knocking, he pushed it open, entered, and shut it; standing ready
to place his back against it, in case he should observe any
indication of an attempt on the part of the occupant to escape. This
precaution, however, was unnecessary; for the only person there was
a man of about forty, with a stern, resolute face, a sharp, gray
eye, and strongly built, who was writing at a table, which, with
the exception of a bed in a corner, and two chairs, constituted the
entire furniture of the room; who merely looked up as his visitor
entered, and without removing his eyes from him, said:
'Methinks that common courtesy entitles a man to a knock at his door
before his room is entered. Though perhaps,' he added, bitterly,
'the owner of such quarters as these is only entitled to courtesy
according to his means.'
To neither of these remarks did Mr. Chicken make any reply; but
gradually sidling up to the speaker, until he came within arm's
length, he tapped him on the shoulder, and said:
'I arrest you, Sir. It's a very onpleasant duty; but it _is_ a duty,
and must be did. Here's the writ.'
The man eyed him for a moment; apparently meditating what course to
pursue; while Mr. Chicken grasped the head of the dog on his cane,
and assumed an air of desperate determination. At last the man took
the paper from his hand, and read it through, without moving or
speaking, although his face became somewhat flushed, as he read.
Then he merely uttered the words, 'Michael Rust!'
'He's the plaintiff,' said Mr. Chicken, 'and you are the defendant,
Enoch Grosket. It's onpleasant, Sir, quite onpleasant; but I'm a
deputy-sheriff, Sir; and you're a defendant; and here's the writ;
and duty must be did. That's the long and short of it.'
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