The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-04-12

that they should go to work.
"You're professor, tonight Seymour,
you know, and try not to ask any ques-
tions you can't answer yourself"
"Then let him stick to the spinal col
umn said little Myles. 81 don't want
him asking me to articulate humerus
and fibula again"
"Oh, you needn't bother about who's
to be demonstrator !" said Cyrus. " We
can't do any anatomy tonight. The skele.
toms gone !"
In order that the foregoing conversation
may be understood, it may be well to
state that these young men had dubbed
together to buy an articulated skeleton,
upon which they rubbed up their anatomi-
cal knowledge each Of the party acting
in turn for an evening as professor"
and asking questions Of the others This
skeleton was kept in long yellow pack
ing-trunk, and the hackman had taken it
off with Miss Birch to the hotel. There
was no reason why he should not have
taken it, for it was near the door, and
was indeed the on y trunk visible upon
first entering. Cyrus was so full OF Miss
Birch and the bothersome landlady that
he did not notice the mistake.
Of course, with three such eager and
amazed inquirers as tot 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 en-
joyable than any studying of anatomy
could possibly prove. When the laugh
ter had somewhat subsidized Heiskill asked
Cyrus what he intended to do.
"Why, III have to go round in the
morning and explain that the wrong trunk
was taken-of course l shan't tell her
what is in it, and then | shall have to
get that Bill again to drive her and it to
the Baltimore depot, and instead of leav-
ing the trunk, he must bring it back
here. hate the plan, for it not only
gives trouble, but makes lot Of trickery
about the young lady that | don't like
And | was going to send down my books
so nicely! Confound that man"
"Do you think she Il open it in her
room ?" said little Myles.
"Of course not, you blockhead," snap
ped Cyrus. "She hasn't the key, and
besides, do you suppose she would open
my trunk if she had ?"
The most astonishing surmises now en-
sued as to what would happen if so-and-
80 should be so-and-so, and when no pos
sible combination of unfortunate circum-
stances 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 cudgeling his brains for the whole
period Of punning time, finished the per-
formance by wishing to goodness that the
man had been named "Cohen," when he
was alive, so that something might be
said about "truncated cone" Moth
ing was bad enough to follow this, and SC
they got out the cards.
The next morning Cyrus dressed HIM
self in his best, and actually went to his
washerwoman' house to get his 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
wentY
However, after Cyrus had explained
how he had intended calling on this young
lady before she left for Baltimore, thus
proving that he was properly aware O
her destination, the clerk informed hin
that she had left, in company with al
elderly gentleman, in time to catch tn,
ten o'clock train. Cyrus went home in
state of utter bewilderment. When h,
reached his room he found there was
note--a note from Fanny, the first he haC
ever received:
"DEAR Mr.. DURHAM, - The Telegram
reached uncle last night, and instead O
sending me the money he came himsel
early this morning. wanted to wait unit
you called and thank you for your kindnes
and your trunk (Which l will take goot
care of) but uncle thought l had bette
take the ten o'clock train, because that wa
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