The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-05-24
TAKING THE WRONG SUIT :
OR
SWTFIvS MTSIAKE.

AH Ii. ana Mrs. FRANK Hopkins were
1VH supremely happy.
Their condition was as felicitous as
that of well-mated pair Of robins on
the 18th day of February.
For it was the day after their marriage
they arrived at Eagle Hotel, and were
shown up to No. ia pleasant room on
the second floor. Nothing was wanted to
make them happy.
Mrs. Hopkins had two new silks, and
a charming braided under-skirt, and
real cashmere shawl and love of bon
net, and what more could a sensible wo-
man require? And then such hus-
band? Frank was the very pink of the
masculine garden. And he had such a
beautiful mustache-just the shade that
blonde Aggio admired-black ones were
50 fierce. Dear me, she said, with pref
ty shiver, she should always feel a horror
of man with black mustache.
And Frank looked so splendid in his
new clothes. a blue coat and plaid blue
and green pantaloons, and white vest,
and an unexceptional necktie Surely
there was not such another " get up" in
the city.
And Frank thought Aggie little less
than an angel, and great deal better
adapted to make him happy than one Of
those winged, ETHEREAL creatures that are
supposed to be the quintessence of all
that is charming, So you see, dear read
er, everything was going merry as a mar
riage bell.
In the same hotel--on the same floor,
and in the adjoining room, which had
been constructed to be let with the room
of Mr.. and Mrs. Hopkins, as a suite, and
was connected by a large press-Mr.
John Franklin Swift, 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
awoke at five, and this was in the winter,
he was little early.
lie was afraid Of the gas-in fact he
did not understand its arrangements-so
he decided to dress in the dark, and step
ping into the clothes press, he took down
his clothes and got into them He
thought the pantaloons little tight in
the waistband, and the coat felt singular
ly uncomfortable about the arm-holes, but
then it was cool morning, he reasoned,
and broadcloth would be a little stiff
Mr.. Swift, having appareled himself,
went out for a morning walk.
AS fate would have it he found en-
ployment that morning, for the first time
since coming to the city and so he off
with his coat and went to work-but not
until he had discovered that he was in
the wrong suit Of clothes
Its mighty queer" he said to him
self, "but | reckon I got 'em in that
press that was between the chambers, and
whatever slept in the other room is
wearing mine. 1t will come right again
at night, and they are a slashing nice
looking set of rigging Declare for it
look more like gentleman than l ever
did before.
Meanwhile Mr.. Hopkins rose Just be-
fore sunrise, as he had to do, in order to
reac h the early train, which left for a
country town about thirty miles away
where he had to go that day on important
business. And as he was to leave his
wife at the Eagle Hotel during his alb.
sence, and the dag would seem so long tc
her because he was away, he thought best
not to waken her, but dress in semi-ob
scurity-taking his clothes from the clos
ct where he had hung them the previous