HER LOST BAGGAGE.

Globe, Volume XXIII, Issue 2229, 20 April 1881, Page 2

HER LOST BAGGAGE.

Dowd in the Union Depot there are » thonsand carpet bags, satchels, grab bags, and parcels piled np on the shelves to await owners. The collection is known as stray baggage, and it is added to or taken from almost daily. The man who has charge of it knows pretty well the contents of each, and what he doesn’t know he can guess at. Yesterday, when a woman entered his domain and she was looking for a lost satchel, he promptly replied—- ‘ Very well, madam. We will begin onr search in division A. Were both handles off your satchel, the bottom partly ripped off, and a red woollen rag sticking out of the side ?’ ‘ No sir.’ ‘Ah! then I missed it. ‘ Let’s see. Here’* a satchel which has been hero abont four weeks. The first thing on the top is a red wig and a pair of bine stockings ’ ‘ That isn’t mine, sir.' ‘Just so. Belongs to some poor sonl who can’t be happy without it. Here's a satchel which bears your description, but it can’t be yours. The principal contents are a bottle of poor whiskey, an old hat, and a dime novel. Can’t belong to yon, nohow. ’ ‘ No, sir.’ ‘Well, here’s another bundle. I should say by feel that it contained two nightcaps, a volume of poetry and a set cf false frizzes Do yon indentify it P’ ‘No, sir, I don’t.’ * Does this satchel resemble yours V ‘Yes, sir.’ ‘Any familiar marks abont it ?’ ‘ Yes, several.’

‘ Did your satchel contain a package of sixteen love letters, each leading off with. Dear Ben, and closing with, Tour own darling ?’ ‘ No, sir—no, sir—that isn’t mine.’ * This one isn’t yonrs either, because it contains a euchre deck and some faro chips. Now look up there. Third one from the right, eh! Well, here it is. Is this yours P* ‘ Yes, sir. The first thing on the top in »- a ’ ‘ Yes, I know—a pair of stockings with holes in the heels. They belong to your sister, of course.’ ‘Sir!’

'No offence, ma’am. Many impostors come here, and we matt be particular. Please go on.’ * The next thing is a—a —’ ‘An old corset with a shoe string for a lace—perfectly correct. Please describe the next article. ’ ‘I won’t do it,’ she exclaimed. ‘ Pehaw, now, but you musn’t take offence. There is a pair of shoes wich half the buttons off, a bottle of face powder, a pair of gloves with the fingers out, and—’ ' That isn't mins at all.’ ‘ Oh, it isn’t eh ? Well, I’m sorry.’ ‘ I don’t believe mine 1s here, and you needn’t go to any farther trouble.’ ‘ Very well. I shall go to dinner in half-an-hour. I place this satchel in this corner, and I shall tell the old man who relieves me at noon that a boy will come for it. That’s all—good-bye; hope you’ll find your baggage.’ When he returned at one o'clock, the satchel was gone.