Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 30: what you’re looking at

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82 . THE WRONG MAN chair uppei against the wall, commenced snoring so loudly that the schoolmaster, fearing that he was choking, motioned to the tailor to awaken him. The latter, with the intention of rousing him, placed his hand on one of the sleeper’s shoes, _and shook it so awkwardly that the rear-legs of the cha‘ slid forward on the floor, the man’s heels went up, his head down, jamming his hat over his eyes, and waking him most thoroughly. Frightened at the crash, the tailor caught hold of the man’s pantaloons to lift him to his feet, but only suc ceeded in tearing a hole in the not over-strong garment. “There! you've got to mend that hole,” said the red-faced man, wrathfully. “If you don’t, Pll Jam you.” “Pll do it; Pll do it. Ain’t you hurt ?” “ Yes, nearly killed. What'd you shove me over fer ?” “I didn’t mean to do it. I meant to wake yon, is all. Can’t I do something for your hurt ?” “A little Monongehaly will help ’em amazin’.” The tailor saw at once the ruse that had been played upo him, but had sense enough not to manifest any ill-pleasure he, therefore, “stood treat,” after which the sleepy fellow sat down in his chair, tipped it back against the wall, threw one leg over the other, and shut his eyes as before. At this juncture, and before the conversation was renewed, some one was heard fumbling at the door outside. The tailor, after looking impatiently toward it for a few moments, suddenly sprung up to assist whoever might be there, when it slowly opened, and a regular country bumpkin made his appearance. He was about a dozen years old, with a flaxen head, great staring eyes, as round and clear as globes of glass, and enormous mouth, constantly open, disclosing g fine set of even teeth. His coat was evidently his father’s, for the’ skirt hung nearly to his feet, and was of a deep, dusky-brown color. Every now and then he drew the sleeve of this across a fat pug-nose, accompanying the motion by a shutting of his eyes, and a snuff, as though the sleeye were filled with a sweet perfume. His hands were encased in pro- digious mittens, while the boots he wore, if made for him, ee apparently, to fit him when he came to man’s He shut the door by backing against it, and then stared 1 commichooks.com —_, a a