out:

"Johnston, there is a woman in there!"

"Oh, thunder! you have lost your head, since the landlady left."

This was enough; and he opened up on me with several volleys of oaths,
and offered to bet me the price of a new hat that there was a woman in
that room making up beds. I took the bet and entered the room, the
Doctor following, and immediately crying out:

"There, smarty, there! Guess you will learn to believe what I tell you,
once in a while."

"But I have won, Doctor."

"Johnston, do you claim now you bet there was a woman in here?"

"No, sir; but I'll bet the price of another hat that I can prove to you
that I have won."

"All right, sir; I'll take you."

We shook hands on it, and I said:

"Dutchy, come around here and show the Doctor your pants."

He did so; and the Doctor didn't know whether to believe his own eyes or
not. I asked when he would buy me the two hats. He said: "Never! I'll be
---- if I will be taken in on any confidence game."

I agreed to let it go, if he would keep still about Dutchy's dress, and
furnish a razor for him to shave with every morning. He promised, and we
had a hearty laugh over the matter.

The next day, as I was passing through the hall-way, Dutchy came to the
door of the room where he was working, and said:

"Mr. Johnston, I find a pair of pants here youst exactly like mine."

I stepped in, and sure enough, there hung a pair in the Irish
shoemaker's room, the exact counterpart of Dutchy's.

I explained to Dutchy that we would have a little fun with the
Irishman, and told him to wait for instructions from me before he
attempted to play his part.

I then took the pants down to the office, and let the Doctor into the
secret.

The next Saturday the Irishman came rushing down stairs in great
excitement, and reported the loss of his pants. I said:

"Well, Irish, if you don't find them, I'll go with you to pick out
another pair."

"But, be the Howly Moses! will yez pay for thim?"

I told him I'd see that he paid for them. He threatened to leave, but
the Doctor helped to quiet him down.

I then found Dutchy and told him to try and call at the Irishman's room
the next day when he was in, and manage in some way to raise his dress,
so that the Irishman would get a glimpse of his pants. He assured me he
would fix that all right.

On Sunday morning, about ten o'clock, Irish came rushing down stairs on
the jump, rushed up to me, and said:

"Be the Howly St.