Vermont daily transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1868-1870, 1869-04-24
The Wrong SUjtOf CO,hcs.

Mr.. and Mrs. Frank Hopkins were
supremacy happy.
Their condition was as feictous as
that of q well-mated pair Of robins on
the 18th day of February.
For it was the day after their mar
raige that they arrived at the Eagle
Hotel, and were shown up to No. Is
pleasant room on the second floor.
Nothing was wanting to make them
happy.
charmingly-braided underskirt, and
real clsmere shawl, and love of a
BILE woman require? And then, such
a husband! Frank was the very pink
of the masculine fiower-garden And
he had such beautiful moustache-
just the shade that blonde Agg4e adj
mired-black ones were so fierce! Dear
me, she said, with pretty shiver, she
should always feel a horror of man
with black moustac lie.
And Frank looked so splendidly in
his new clothes. "A blue coat, and plaid,
blue and green pantalOons, and white
vest, and an uneXceptionablc neck-tie
Surely there was not such another Get
up in the city.
And Frank thought Aggie little less
than an angel, and a great deal better
adapted to make him happy than any
of those winged, ETHEREAL creatures that
are supposed to be the quintescence of
all that is charming. So you see, dear
readers, everything was going as merry
as marriage bell.
In the same hOtel-on the same floor
and in the adjoining room, which nad
been constructed to be let with the
nf To. in,
suite and was connected by a large
press-Mr. John Franklin Swift, a
young gentleman from the country,
was lodging.
John retired to rest early, and not be-
ing much accustomed to the usage of the
city, concluded to do as he did at home
rise when he first awOke. And as he
awOkc at five, and this was in the WIN
ter, he was little early.
He was afraid Of the gas-in fact he
did not understand its arrangements
so he decided to dress in the dark, and
stepping into the clothes press he took
down clothes and got into them. He
thought the pantalOons Il little tight in
the waistbaEd, and the coat felt singu-
larly III comfortable about the arm-hOles
but then it was a cold morning, he reas-
oned, and brOadclOth would be 4 little
stiff.
Mr.. Swift having appareled himself,
went out for a morning walk.
AS fate would have it, he fonnd en-
plOyment that morning, for the first
time since coming to the city; and so
ne off with his coat and went to work
but not till he had discovered thai he
was in the wrong suit of clothes.
It's mighty queer" said he to him
self, "but l reckon Il got 'em in that
press that was between the chambers,
and whoever slept in the other room is
wearing mine. 1t will come right again
at night, and these are slashing nice
looking set of rigging! Declare for it
look more like gentleman than | ever
did"
Meanwhile Mr.. Hopkins rose just be-
fore sunrise, as he had to do in order to
reach the early train, which left for a
country towc about thirty miles .wi.y,
where he had to go that day on port
ant business. And as he was to leave
his wife at the Eagle during his absence,
and the day would seem so long to her
because he was away, he thought it best
emi-Obscurity-ta his clothes from
the closet where he had hung them the
previous night. BY the time he had
got himself invested in them, he had
discovered the exchange, but there was
not moment to lose, and he could wear
them for that day, trusting to good luck
i'm getting his own garments again in
return.
So laughing a little to himself at the
ludcrous figure he cat i'm the long swal-
low-tailed coat, and baggy butternut
and slouched hat of the
he kissed his wife, and de-
parted.
When Mr.. Swift returned to his hotel
ut night, everybody was deferential to
him. The waiter bowed to him as re-
spectfully as it was i'm his power to do,
and opened the door of a parlor, remark
ing: