Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1900-06-21

house MISS replied the girl, from with
out.
why does she call me miss asked
Mr.. Marrowbone of himself.
Then if the landlord wouldn't mind,
or the clerk-any man; send man to
me- said Mr.. M.
v cant miss; missis is widder and
don't hire only lady clerks. There
amt no men employed responded the
girl. with suspicion in her voice. Please,
the electric gentleman is in hurry.
U can't see any woman in this dress,
said Mr.. Marrowbone, u must put on
some gowns and strings in order to ex-
plain my position to the landlady.'
Accordingly he proceeded to attire him.
self in gray dress which deserted HIM
above the ankles, knitted worsted
shawl, which had deficiencies as to the
meeting of hooks and eyes, and, haying
thus assumed the aspect of bearded
lady who had outgrown her wardrobe,
put the bonnet on backward, tied a
gray vail over it and opened the door.
If | am not arrested before I find
the landlady, I may get matters ar
ranged as they should be- he said,wl'h
gasp, remembering his pocket book
and watch. and with a Aeeting vision
OF a diamond pin in the missing cravat.
Meanwhile, Miss Mutton, aroused by
tap upon the door, had received the
same information concerning the 'elec-
trio gentleman and sprang to the floor
in terror. She looked about for her
banque and beheld coat; she sought
her skirt in vain; in it's place lay pair
of inexpress!bles; where the bonnet had
been was a mans hat. She lifted the
trunk lid, and saw only masculine gar.
ments.
v must have been in wrong room
all night she cried. Jumping at the
truth more quickly than Mr.. Marrow
bone had done. A way of deliverance
also occurred to her more speedily. And
as she was in more terror of the vague
dangers Of electric wires, her wish to
escape was greater. Gazing into the
depths of the trunk, a linnen duster
caught her eve. She donned it. Its
ends trailed on the ground. She pulled
the derby over her ears and opened the
door. A queer looking female with a
d. ess too short for her, and with moth
ing but striped stockings On her feet,
was passing.
Are you the landlady: she began;
then, with a squael, seized her. What
ever you are, you've got my frock on,
she cried.
And you, said the st.ange object,
whatever you are, l think you are
wearing my hat and duster.'
Don't touch me- gasped Miss Nut
ton; I'm lady. l put these On be-
cause IL hadn't anything e)se-I
must have got into another person S
room. My trunk has the same initials,
and it is very peculiar trunk-oh, +,
dear. dearv
u, madam replied the being attred
in her garments-I am a gentleman.
We have evidently exchanged rooms in
the tumult occasloned by last nights
alarm. I will shortly send you a par
Gel. Regrets And he vanished.
Our readers know that he was Mr..
Marrowbone. lie had recognized Miss
Mutton.
In ten minutes more, the suspicious
chambermaid delivered parcel to the
lady, From No. 5, lett CORRIDOR and
conveyed another to its destination;
and Miss Mutton and Mr.. Marrowbone
became themselves again.
They met at the table d hote. He
bowed. She blushed, but afterward
acknowledge the salutation.
There are always people to be found
to introduce those who wish to know
each other, and the marriage notices OF
popular society journal contained an
account of the wedding Of "Mr. Milton
Marrowbone and Miss Maria Mutton,
daughter Of Mortimer Mutton, Sleeps
head Farm"
Their peculiar trunks now travel to-
gether, and the keys jingle lovingly
upon one ring.
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