The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1869-08-05

and the bOthersome landlady that he did
not notice the mistake.
Of course, with three such eager and
amazed inquirers as to the whereabouts Of
their common property, there was nothing
to be done but to tell, under promises of
strict secrecy, the whole story. 1t was
received with unbounded applause, and
the joke was considered far more enjOya-
bic than any studying of anatomy could
possibly prove When the laughter had
somewhat subsidized Heiskill asked Cyrus
what he intended to do.
why, I'll have to go round in the
morning and explain that the wrong trunk
was taken (Of course shan't tell her what
is in it), and then l shall have to get that
Bill again to drive her and it to the
Baltimore depot, and instead of leaving
the trunk, he must bring it back here. /
hate the plan, for it not only gives trouble,
but m tas a lot oftrickery about the young
lady that don't like And was going
to send down my books so nicely! Con-
found that mani"
do you think she'll open it in her
room 2" said little Myles.
Cyrus "She hasn't the key, and besides,
uO NOu SuDtpOSC SliC WOulu OYCn Iuy u lin
if she hads''
The most astonishing surmises3now en-
sued as to what would happen If so-and-so
should be sO-and-sO, and when no poss ible
combination of unfortunate circumstances
could be added to what had been already
laughed over, they descended to puns. Some
good and some very bad ones were made,
and poor little Myles, after cudgeiing his
brains for the whole period of punning
time, finished the performance by wishing
to goodness that the man had been named
"COhen," when he was alive, so that
something might be said about "trun-
Gated cone" Nothing was bad enough
to follow this, and so they got out the
cards.
The next morning Cyrus dressed him.
self in his best, and actually went to his
washerwOman' house to get white vest,
if by chance it was done. 1t was about
half past ten when he reached the hotel,
and the clerk told him that Miss Birch
had gone.
"Gone% cried Cyrus. Where could
she have gone SO sOOn?"
The clerk looked very hard at him,
and replied, "How do l know where she
went?"
However, after Cyrus had explained
how he had dintended calling on this young
lady before she left for Baltimore, thus
proving that he was properly aware
of her destination, the clerk informed
him that she had left, in company with
an elderly gentleman, in time to catch the
ten o'clock train. Cyrus went home in
state of utter bewilderment. When he
reached his room he found there was
note-a note from Fanny, the fist he had
ever received:
DEAR Mr.. DURHAN,-The telegram reached
uncle last night, and instead of sending me the
money he came himself early this morning
wanted to wait until you called and thank you for
your kindness and yonr trunk (Which will take
good care of; but uncle thought had better take
the ten O'Clock train, because that was the only
train, until afternoon, which connected with tn
cars for Martinville, and he thought the family
would be worried if l didn't get home until after
my trunks arrived by express. He says he will
leave this and stop and thank you himself =,
Yours truly, F. b."
On inquiry, Cyrus found that the note
had been left by gentleman just before
he came in, who asked for him, but
couldn't wait.
Now what was to be done? Nothing,
Cyrus thought, but to write to his father,
tell him the story, and get him to send
over to Mr. Birch's for the trunk, and re-
turn it to Philadelphia by express. This
rus wrote and mailed the letter to his
father.
| The rest of the day would probably
have been spent by Cyrus in the enjoy
ment of Fannys letter and his recOllcc
tiOns of her visit, had not his friends called
upon him to know if he had got back old
"Cohen (for so they had baptized the
truncated" one, since little Myles' pun).
When they heard the rest of the story
they were wild with delight, and the
osseous jokes that were made were worthy
of the inmates of mad-hOuse.
Its such a mean old trunk" said little
Myles. Nothing but a thin packing box
any way, and | don't believe | locked 1t
last time. I'll bet any man ten dollars that
old COhen's out before this time"
They'll open it on the cars when they
hear it rattle" said Seymour. You
know people can only take wearing ap-
parel, and skeleton is not wearing ap
parel-at least that one is not wearing
any,"
out, it will result in fright" suggested
Myles; and then, as usual, the uprOar
stopped the joking.
The next morning, about nine o'clock,
Just as Cyrus had finished his breakfast
where he dealt), he received a telegram.
1t was from Mr.. Birch, and contained
these words:
I" You are Danted here. Come on Immediately"
Cyrus clutched his hair, stamped his
foot, clapped on his hat, locked his door,
rushed round to Heiskilrs, forced from
him four dollars and some seventy cents
all he had-and reached the Baltimore
depot in time for the ten o'clock train.
What his feelings, his fears, or his hopes
were during the journey is not to be put
on paper. At two o'clock he had
reached Baltimore. By half past he
was on his way in the Martinville
train to his destination. Reaching the
village, he had no money or desire to
hire carriage, and SO started out to walk
as rapidly as possible the two miles and Il
half that lay between him and Mr.. Birch's
house.
Arriving there, hot and fustered, he
walked through the open door, and hear
ing voices in the dining-rOOm, walked
quickly in, and found cOroner's jury
sitting upon the remains of the unfOrtu
nate Cohen!
We will now relate the circumstances
which led to this inquest. The trunk had
been taken to the hotel in safety, and
Fanny, with her borrowed baggage at the
foot of her bed, had slept the sweet sleep
of an innocent maiden, without being
troubled by the ghost of her quiet room
mate. Everything had gone on admira-
blv. and she arrived at Martinville in good
season, where her father was waiting for
her in buggy. He was surprised that