The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1854-02-02
The Lost Pocket Book.


The other day stepped into a BOwery
stage, going up town, in which were some
three or four gentlemen, and as many la
dies. Soon after taking my scat, young
man, upon fast run after US, called to
the driver from the sidewalk. The stage
stopped, and the young man came up,
pulled open the door and stepped in.--
He was well dressed, with an overcoat
on his arm, about eighteen, and evidently
from the country.
The passengers moved to give him a
seat, which he did not seem disposed to
take, but looked anxiously about the
stage.
4 have lost my pocket-book in this
stage he said, as he began to examine
the seats and floor.
Every man smiled incredulously, as ey-
cry man in New York will at the first
mention of any story of loss or misfortune,
suspecting that every such story is SIM
ply ruSc to get money,
1t wasn't in this stage, [ guess, said
one.
yes, it was in the stage. l got out
at Broome street to take the cars, and as
soon as [ was out, found that my pocket
book was gone
'Oh, yes said one of the men, 4 recol-
lect seeing you get out
This declaration quickened the memo
ry of another, who also now remembered
that he left the stage at Broome street
Here every one in the stage commenced
a search for the lost pocket-book The
search in a stage is not an extensive one;
there are few crooks or crannies, or by
places in bus, where lost treasures may
lie secluded. Just east your eye along
the floor, and turn up the cushions and
the work is done Every one got up, eV-
cry one looked intensely along the floor
and every one assisted in turning over
the cushions. But every one failed to
find a lost pocket-book. Itcertainly was
not there. Again they looked at the floor,
again pulled up the cushions, but with the
same success.
The first thought / said always is,
where one complains Of losing, that it is
all a ruse. The second thought is that
somebody has stolen it, When no one
could find the pocket book, each one be-
gan to wonder who took it from his pock-
Ct.
1T was in this pocket, said the young
man. 'and [ sat in that corner: which
would have made it impossible for any
one to have taken it while he was in the
stage.
Il don't know what shall do said the
young man despondingly. 4 was going
into the country, and havn't got mon
ey left to pay my fare. wonder if the
conductor would take me!'
No one venturned reply to this quer'
ry' but some one asked how much money
he had in his wallet.
'Ob, only about dollar and half.
don't care anything about it, if only ha(
money enough to get home with.
The case was now reduced to yer,
similar point, and the question was, ho7
should he get money enough to pay hi
fare. No one moved; but all were think
ing, perhaps, though they did not say il
well, 60 to the CONDUCTOR guess b
will let you pass or somebody, if yo'
ask them, will let you have the money
or We'll, can't do any thing for you
you must look for yourself. coo
And all looked hard at the floor, 70
the third time, and thought of turning 0
yer the cushins again.
No enc offered to give him anything
for if any one felt Disposed to do gener
Gus act, he had not courage, because ev
cry one would think, why, what foe
you are, to give money to everybody tha
gets into FIX Ifyou undertake to civ
every one your hands viii be full
Come, hurry up cried the driver
afcant stay here all day.
And on went the stage, tGmbiing ovt
the rough pavement, sema