"Will you check my baggage, sir?"
"Are you a horse?" quietly inquired George.
"What do you mean, sir?" exclaimed the irritated traveler.
"You claim to have this saddle checked as baggage?"
"Certainly—it is baggage," positively returned the passenger.
"Well," said the imperturbable George, "by the company's regulations nothing but wearing apparel is admitted to be baggage, and if the saddle is your wearing apparel, of course you must be a horse! Now, sir, just allow me to strap it on your back, and it shall go to the end of the road without any extra charge whatever."
The traveller paid his quarter and offered George his hat.—Bristol News.
A PHYSICIAN'S LIFE.
Nothing vexes a physician so much as to be sent for in great haste, and to find, after his arrival, that nothing, or next to nothing, is the matter with his patient. We remember an "urgent case" of this kind, recorded of an eminent English surgeon.
He had been sent for by a gentleman who had just received a slight wound, and gave his servant orders to go home with all haste imaginable, and fetch a certain plaster. The patient turning a little pale, said: