Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1855-09-21

To carry out that good idea be dressed him
self and went down looking for what was not
to be found. OF course not. Ii he had got
omebOdy scarpet-bsg that looked exactly like
somebody else's Of course somebody else had
got his. And then, what if somebody else's
Key fitted his lock; there would be an exposition
o. masculine traps in q lady's cabin: and the
worst Of it was, they would know who owned
them. Painful predicament. No help for it
though. The deed was done.
DO ne called the stewart; the stewart called
the mead waiter; the head waiter called the
waiter at the other end Of the body corporate
OF caoln attendants; but the only information
:. 3oealne1 W Sas that he had heard some woman
II one OF the stateroOms-couldn't tell which
going on like fun about her carpet-bag"
An, that was it-some woman. Our bach
elor friend would sooner encounter some bear
than that woman-the woman whom be had
robbed of her night-gOwn. Without a shirt
was nothing-with q shift, was something
And then 10 think that be couldn't 90 ashore.
No, he has got TO wait, and face the foe by
daylight. Heaven knows il he slept, though
he said he did, and dreamed Of being locked
Up In carpet-bag which contained more linen
ready for the wash than poor Falstaff basket.
Then he dreamed that he was trying to dress
for breakfast, in a clean shirt without a collar,
very long, and wide at the bottom.
1t was dreary night, that night upon the
could the dreamer do Why he could get up
early dress as he was dressed before Why
should he change. the world changes, why
should we!-and get the stray carpet-bag
back to the baggage-room, and wait coming
events. All day he waited, but none came.
Finally every room was looked into by the
chambermaid, and nowhere was the counter
part Of that bag to be found. Its like was not
On the boat. Terrible idea that il had gone
ashore; and here is our bachelor friend on a
three days trip without a chance of of a clean
shirt, unless such q one as he had seen in his
vision of a dream.
To help the 10 after on, an accident detained
the boat another day. Itwas q very dark day.
But our friends case was darker; it was q
black Casa case of black leather; but it
contained a white shirt. But where was it
that was the question, not what was in it.
Finally the baggage man was called TO see il
he could tell where the lost carpet-bag had
gone ashore.
What sort Of one ''
''Just like that-eXactly.
Exactly"
Precisely Then that is precisely it; for
there has not been another like it on the boat
since we left Quebec
Impossible. L have tried and tried to uu-
lock it. My key don't fit the lock at all"
Let me see. Same esize-shape-that little
crook in the key hole, and here crook to ft."
eyes, but it won't go in, il is no use TO try
1t is no use ever to say ''it is no use 10 try
Keep trying. Never give up. The man took
little nail out Of his pOcket-screwed il into
the hole in the key and wound out a wad OF
lint and dust-clapped the key to the lock,
and presto-the lost carpet-bag was found,
and the owner was confounded. He was the
man with the carpet-bag-his own csrpet-bag
that he had disowned His night of dreams
had HiS Wis nfs hirfe xUith lfar
had vanished to the spirit land. His trouble
was over, and he had a clean shirt for to-mor-
row. He had, what he always had, a carpet
bag, his own, and he was decidedly the man
the world has been looking for, 1.-The man with
the sarpet-bag." Long may it wave,