Mr. Cuddy's Cadoo

He arrived from Detroit Friday moraing, did Mr. Cuddy, who immediately spread a large araount of canvas to the September breeze. He was the typical "Son-of-a-gun from Oshkosh" and he didn't care who found it out. He wanted to go down to see a friend on the Ypsilanti road. The weather was languid, the walk fatiguing, and also vulgar except in a pedestrian match. E. J. Knowlton's horse and carriage stood in front of the residecce. Mr. H. Cuddy got in and drove out of the city like a high spirited gentleman, with the mud spinning from the wheels of the carriage. Arriving at the house of his riend, the gentleman from Detroit,, having no liveried driver and spurning vile contact with a mud-bespatterec horse, turned it loose and it arrivec in the city scarcely recognizable froni the battery overcoat of clay with which it was covered. Sheriff Brenner went down and brough muddy Cuddy to jail. Search re vealed several curiosities, among which were two railroad tickets be longing to the Dexter station. They were unstamped, lending suspicion that they were secured by "ways that were dark." His pockets were full of keys - some of which may un lock the situation - and along with the inventory was a letter addressec to a Detroit friend requesting him to "forward my revolver as I neec it very much. "