The Concordia eagle. [volume] (Vidalia, La.) 1873-1890, 1882-04-01

not, You may remember you took m,
bag with You instead Of your own.
felt sure you were comm B back, foi
You had left your ooat and umbrella in
the carriage. 80 I did not blow you.'
"Yes," said /, getting Q: tcited, "bui
that does not account"
Swat moment. I" said the gentle.
man. II know perfectly what You
would say; it does not account for my
not advertising your bag or making
some sort Of sign all his time-auite
so; you win understand presently how
it has happened"
Isst down and begged him to do the
same.
"When got out ct On awe, I took as
I supposed my bag. WIN en- I reached
home found that my poor mother,
whom I had left in the most utter grief
and prostration at my brothers death,
had not rallied at all. I told the doc
tor who was there that my search for
any personal relic Of my, brother had
been fruitless, but that I had few
bits of iron and wood from the wreck.
"The doctor advised me to say moth
ing to her about it-notto tell her even
that I had these SAD relics. I put the
bag just as it was into cupboard in
my own room and locke d it up.
'That very day had to leave Eng
land. had busin ess engagement
which took me to Australia. II broke
the engagement it would have involved
my mother in consider able pecuniary
| loss.
"She knew I had to go; and as she
did not urge me to stay, and as my
sister and her husband was with her
and could take care of her, I left the
house that very day and iourneyed back
north to Liverpool, just in time to
catch my steamer bound for Melbourne.
81 only returned yesterday morning.
The first thing I heard after greeting
my mother, was: .s
Where is the bag you brought with
you from Moelfra?
SIN my room said.
sect it for me- she said.
without another word, though I
wondered how she had heard of it,
went to my room, unlockedt the cupboard,
found the bag just as I had left it. and
took it downstairs. 1 was Just going
to open it when, to my still further sur-
prise, my mother said:
"'Are you quite sure that is your
bag, Arthur
81 looked at her in establishment.
"'Well, mother, am as sure as hu.
man being can be Of anything
"Did you open it after you came
home, dearY
"I thought for a moment, and then
said:
"No; am certain I did not. I could
not bear it.
"Then,' said my mother, be pre-
pared for surprise. I think you will
find tn 1t you have some one else's bag
az did not answer, for I was trying
to unlock the bag.
"'It is very odd, I said; my key
won't open it.
"My mother rang the bell, and in
walked the inspector"
Here my visitor ceased speaking, and,
walking hastily to the shop door he
beckoned to some person seated in
hanson cab close by. It was my friend,
the inspector OF police at Crewe.
He continued the story; but first he
placed on the table my "black bag"
"There, sir" said he. sis your bag.
You were quite right. This gentleman
took it By mistake. That morning when
Mrs. - sent for me, found the bag
unopened. I forced the lock and found
your lame inside the bag. The con-
tents are intact, as you will see."
opened the safe, and before would
allow them to open my bag took his
from the shelf, and, placing it beside
my own, We all three saw that in size,
make. indeed. in weight, they exactly
resembled each other.
Although felt that 1 had really
made the discovery myself, cheerfuliy
paid the inspector the check he deserved
for the clever and prompt manner in
which he must have conveyed my sus-
picion-a decidedly. awkward one-to
Mrs. -.