The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1857-01-21
MARKING BAGGAGE,

"Mace Sloper," correspondent Of the
Knickerbocker Magazine, tells the following
good story Il remember a another queer
dialogue which came in my experience at
hotel in Boston. ! wac going TO bed rather
late, when all al once heard one Of the
sweetes, voices in the world, with sor, Of
an English ring in il, say In the next room:
"Clara, dear p'
"Well, dear w answered another, jus, in
.he same English chime.
"Is ii the lobster you want 7"
ayes, love, answered Clara. "And wan,
the ham TOO ; and you may open the oys-
ters, and the sardue box.
"Well, thought |, if those angels aint 60
ing in for pretty substantial supper, am
mistaken. But had more before me 10 as.
tonish me.
"While you are about il, Clara dear, you
may as well open the Yarmouth bloater.-
Pm going to take all there is in it. And The
cheese. o don't forget the cheesep'
All at once Clara as nigh as could Judge
from the sound, was poking about very in.
dus,riousIy, cried out with JOY:
o, I've found the Sirasburg pie-the dear
little putty fol graw. 0, must 60 10 the
bottom of the Strasburg pie
That'll do, thought I, as looked back.
I've heard Of the English appe,ites, but don't
want 10 hear any more. Pye heard John
say that Byron didn't like TO see woman
eat, and don't blame him if they eat like
this. Whew.
There was a railing sort Of noise going
on for while, and then Clara cried:
"I declare, there is my white satin dress
! in the lobster !"
Sand here is my diamong ring in the
! cheese. how odd! Why, expected 10
find 1t in the pie as much as could be-"
A dim suspicion began 10 come into my
head that the evening meal of the young la,
dies wasn', limited 10 eaiables, and that one
of the effects of their refreshments was lo
make things lie around in very promlscu
GUS manner But wha, was my utter amaze
ment when the soft, silvery voice of Clar;
again cried
20 dear, Pm so hungry! Lucy, we've
got nothing here of any consequence ;-lei's
ring and make them send US something Il
eatP
You'll do, thought /, wonder if you're
rich. There'll be famine in Boston if you
stay long-,hat's sol Ham, lobslers, her
ring, pies! Jee-WALLiKENs ~
Here fell asleep, and The next day foun d
me bright and early at the Fichburg depot,
and rauIng of to the ancient shapes OF Chip.
petty Whonk, where the bones of the revolu-
tionary soldiers lie buried. And il came 10
pass that sfler while forgot all about
Clara and Lucy, especially as ii was story
didn't care 10 tell.
About a year after, was at The celebrated
"Bed-Bug and Bible" Temperance Hotel, in
well known. city on the North river. While
staying there, got acquainted with two as
nice English girls as ever knew, travelling
with "pa," a plump old fellow who had
been in the fancy vlcualling business in
London. The girls were the names, loo of
Clara and Lucy, but somehow never thought
of the couple in Boston. Leastways, this
pair didn't eat much TO speak of, and nobody
who ever saw their clear, cream and rose-
leaf faces and beautiful eyes, which sparkled
spry with common sense, or else swan
about il in wonder at the scenery as we
went down the river, would have accused
them of eating loo much, let alone drink
| ing.
offered, being as was single man, to
attend TO their baggage. They wen, forward
with me TO point it out. As we got near The
city there was considerable of time and
furry, and the girls were rather in furry
too.
"Well, Miss Lucy" said l, "only point
me out your traps, and I'll send them up to
The hotel, and fix you off all square as box.
Which is itW
40, Mr Slope', pa, has got such queer
way of marking his baggage. He was ter
ribly afraid of losing it, and so he put on
marks he was sure there could be no mis-.
take about. There-,hose franks with such
queer little pictures in white paint, under the
handles are ours"
There was an awful hurry and furry 60
ing on around porlers, firemen, passengers,
and everything, rushing and crushing about
like mad; but as Lucy spoke, and as look
ed at her baggage, something came into my
mind-a light broke over me like a sky
rocket into midnight, and burst into the
loudest laugh that ever stirred me up since
was born-rone Of your little town garden
grins, but q regular hundred thousand acre
guffaw-a laugh by the square mile-a
whole western prairie laugh. The old gen.
lleman wanting to Distinguish his baggage,
had pencilled little store marks under the
baudIes-such marks as you can see at the
groceriers on boxes oil imported preserves
and potled meats. On one trunk was lob
s,er, on another herring, on one a cheese,
on another pie. Yes, it was in that iden-
lical "lobsler," that Clara kept her white
satin dress, and in that very "cheese" that
Lucy had discovered her diamond ring.
MoRAL.--All is moi gold that gltiers, and
oil lobsters aud pies were not made TO be
eaten. Neither Is il always possible 10 judge
of young lady without seeing her, though
old folks tell US that wives should be chosen
by the ears and no. by The eyes.