I then took him up-stairs and made a vigorous search for second-hand clothes, but found none. I next entered the room previously occupied by the late runaway maid, and found three old dresses and a hoop skirt left by her. I took a dress from the nail, and picking up the hoop skirt said: "Here, Dutchy, put these on." [Illustration: DUTCHY AS CHAMBERMAID.--PAGE 321.] He shook his head slowly, and indicated to me that he wouldn't do it. I reminded him that he was in my employ, and must obey me. Then he took off his coat and vest, and was about to divest himself of his other garments, when I instructed him to leave them on, and told him how nice the dress would be to keep his comparatively new pants clean. After donning the dress, which fitted him well and was quite becoming to him, I borrowed the Doctor's razor, and he shaved himself clean, and parted his fair, bushy hair in the middle; and there, before me, to all appearances was a typical German girl. He entered upon his duties at once. The Doctor said he guessed we would have no more serious trouble with chambermaid elopements. I told him I wasn't so certain about that, and invited him up-stairs to see Dutchy. When we came to the room where I had left him, I said: "Go right in, Doctor; you will find Dutchy there. I'll be back in a minute." The Doctor bolted in, and immediately dodged back, and cried 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.