THE PORTERS MISTAKE.

Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 13, Issue 48, 24 June 1902, Page 2

THE PORTERS MISTAKE.

As the porter passed through tho car sho called him aside. There was a whisper and a gleam of silver. “ Now, remember they are in the yellow satchel.” “ Cyan’t miss dem, ma’am,” “ You won’t lot anyone soe you.” “ No, ma’am.” “ The major is sitting in that car.” ‘‘ He won't see me, ma’am.” “ Well, here is the key.” The porterteok the key and passed through to the next car.

“ Guess dis am it.” he. said, slipping the thin key in the lock of a yellow satchel. He put his hand in the satchel and pulled out a bunch of hair. Then he relocked the satchel. ‘‘ Heab’s yo’ frizzez, ma’am!” *• Don't speak se loud.” “ Anything else, ma’am 7” “ That’s all, I believe. I have just a minute to put these on before dinner.” The porter reached the platform in time, to meet an irate tragedian.

’• Not a stop,” he thundered, in tones that almost lifted the perter's cap. “ What have you done with my whiskers, boy ?” “ Your whiskers, sah ?” “Yes, my false beard. The passengers say you opened my satchel with a skeleton key. Where are those whiskers ?” •‘ Laws,” muttered the potter, “ Ah went in do wrong satchel!” Just then a lady passed toward the diningcar.

“ Dab's yo’ whiskers, sah.” grinned the porter, “ on top ob dat lady’s haid!”