The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1874-02-13
Troubles of a Congressman's Family.
[From the Washington Chronicle.l

telegraphed OF new member who ar
rived with his family, consisting of wife,
five children, and nurse. The economi-
cal member of Congress packed his
family in one hack at 8 p. M, and drove
to Wizards. They had been car-riding
for many nights and days, and were, in
consequence, exceedingly fatigued.
Arriving at Wizards they paid the
hackman, ordered their trunks off, and
trudged YEARLY, half asleep, into.that ia
nous caravansary. The husband, wife,
and four children were escorted into the
supper room, after which, elevated by
the coffee and the elevator. they were
carried beyond the jurisdiction of the
Board of Public Works, to rooms under
the roof. When the good lady enterned
her bedroom she encountered the nurse,
and both exclaimed:
Where's Bobby?"
"Why, MISS" said the nurse, "I
thought you had him"
Nancy" screamed the Mrs. M. c.,
"didn't you fetch him in ?"
"No, mum; had the three carpet
sacks; the cloaks, baby's clothes, and l
thought you had him.
Now, Bobby was the baby, and the
frightful discovery was made that the
baby had been left in the hack. There
was frantic rush for the elevator and
the stairs. The insane NJ G. tried to
burst open the door so as to precipitate
himself down the well. He then pulled
away at the bell until he broke it; then
shouting Fire !" rushed down after his
wife and four children, who, by this time,
were in the clerks office trying to
make the corpulent and amiable Mr..
Bagley understand the horrible situa-
ton.
Some one suggested the telegraph,
and all the police stations were advised
of this loss of Congressional infancy.
But the worst part of it was that the
crazy representative could not remem-
Der the number of the hack, and the
hacks are not remarkable for their
ready return of lost parcels.
In the meantime, the unhappy hus-
band made short excursion into the
neighborhood. He hurried through the
hacks on the hack stands, and had all
the retired convicts who drive those
vehicles volunteer to go and search for
the lost child for two and half hours
Each one was ready to make affidavit
that he knew the hack, and one driver,
who ought to have been hung long ago,
swore that he heard the child cry as the
hack drove by. From the hack stand
the husband hurried to Newspaper row,
and stirred up the Bohemians to the
highest pitch of excitement by his tale
of woe. The corpulent Ramsdell sat
down and wept Adams blew his nose,
while Boynton philosophically remarked
that the loss of baby was somebody's
gain, and Preston added that it was q
loss easily repaired and so the night
wore on.
What became of that hack, with the
precious little burden, is the most inter-
esting part of the narrative. 1t seems
that our old friend, Zach. Chandler, the
Michigander, who goes incoming about
at all sorts of late hours, found himself
on Four and-a-half street in such a state
of absent mindedness that he couldn't
tell where he was or where he ought to
be. In these emergencies he instructive
ly calls hack. All the hackmen in
town know the great Michigander, and,
entirely regardless of what he orders or
says, they invariably drive him home,
stopping at all the sample-rooms and
bars on the way. On this occasion he
halted hack, and, getting in, said as
he did so:
Takeme 'omedamnyou !!
Sitting down upon the back seat, he
was startled by wild cry that almost
sobered him. This will sound like ex-
aggeration, but it's a fact. 1t came
very near being a case of spoiled child,
for old Zach. had hinged two hundred
pounds of Senatorial beef and whisky
on the lost child of the lower House.
He started up with such violence that
his head struck the top of the hack,
nearly bouncing the driver off his seat
more, however, with establishment than
jolt.
Old Zach. resolved himself into an
investigating committee, and, sitting
down on the front seat, felt around. He
gathered up the child, and for minute
sat turning the situation over in his
gigantic intellect then, sticking his
head out of the window, he shouted with
that voice which has made the British
lion tremble
Driver, go'omequick - Pve-got-a-
baby"
As the infant continued its screaming,
WIG uliNCi dS 10 JIlt
of this startling revelation, and 80 tore
along the street at frightful rate, con-
sidering that his team consisted of one
vicious kicker and one runaway Pull
ing up ut the palatial mansion, the great
Michigander tumbled out and rushed
in with the child in his arms. Present
ing it to the astonished Mrs. Chandler,
he said
Moststrornary fair sot - down -
. baby-on-hack. Going -to-dopt-
him.
The good old lady did not receive the
new conner with the same enthusiasm.
but sent for policeman, not to arrest
the Senator, but to remove the encum.
brance. Through this means the poor
little waif was returned TO its frantic
parents.
We are happy to say that both Chan.
, dler and baby are as well as could be
expected.