The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1877-05-23
Getting Into the Wrong Box.

Seeing Alexander II. Stephens car
ried into the Supreme Court room a few
days ago,to argue a case, l was remind
ed of an incident which occurred about
five-and-twenty years ago, when Sena-
tor Edward Everett and NJ. de Sartiges
the French Misister, resided in adjacent
houses on G. street. One evening, as
the guests invited by NJ. de Sartiges to
a dinner party arrived, Mr.. Stephens
came with them in evening dress. The
polite Frenchmen, not having invited
the w~ell-known Representative
from Georgia, asked him if he de-
sired to converse with him IN any sub
ject. mo, thank you," replied Mr..
Stephens, who went on chatting with
the other guests. NJ. de Sartiges went
TO his dining room, told his butler not
to announce dinner until that little
gentleman in the parlor had gone, and
returned there. After waiting a quar-
ter of an hour, with the full knowledge
that his good cheer was being spoiled,
he again approached Mr.. Stephens, say
ing: 'Meester Steven, would you like
to see me about something?" mo,
Sir" was the prompt reply, and as the
disconsolate host walked away, with a
gesture of dispair, Mr.. Stephens said
to the gentleman with whome he was
conversing: "What does that imperti-
nent little Frenchman mean by think
ing that / want to talk to him?"
THAT. was the reply, sis IL host you
know, and perhaps he invited you to
have a little chat before dinner" Sour
host" exclaimed Mr.. Stephens, ''why,
l came here to dine with Senator Ever
EFT, of Massachusetts. The joke was
too good to be kept quiet, and after Mr..
Stephens had left the guests ut the
French Legation in a roar, he created
another hearty laugh in Mr.. Everett's
drawing-room next door, where the
guests for another dinner had been
waiting his arrival. He had gotten into
the wrong house.
Several equally ludicrous mistakes are
narrated about the occupants of the
little suits of rooms at the National
Hotel, which open upon little halls,
uniform in appearance, connected by
long corridors, and which were all fur
nished alike. One night Senator Man.
gum, of North Carolina, then Presi-
dent pro tenn. Of the Senate, n dignified
gentlemen of the old school, had just
returned from a party, when Governor
Upham, 4 Senator from Vermont came
in without any ceremony and took n
seat. The two chatted away on politics
the weather, the amusements, etc., I'M
til the clock on the mantle shelf struck
one. REALLY, Governor Upham," said
Mangum, 81 am always pleased to see
you, but l really believe it is getting
very late.n ~ have thought so for
some time,'' replied Upham, but he
made no movement. Providently the
half hour sounded, and Mangum re-
marked: ~ thought Governor Upham
that you had decided to go to bed sir?"
$50 l had, Mr.. President" answered
the Vermonter, yet he did not bulge.
Mangum stared ut him in amazement,
and at last plainly said: But why
don't you go to your room, Governor
Upham? 1t will soon be two o'clock?"
My room, Mr.. President, why this is
my room, and 1 have been waiting for
you to go away for two hours past"
Mangum sprang to his feet, looked in
to the sleeping room adjacent, and found
that he was in Upham's room instead
of his own. Mr.. Webster used to. en-
joy joking him about his visit to Yer
mont ssPerley's" Washington cores
pondent Boston Journal.