said Caleb.
"Wal, I guess I could fix you up, if you ain't too particular."

"I am not at all particular what I pay," replied the gentleman; "I
suppose that is satisfactory."

"I ain't going to say 'tain't," returned Caleb, his eyes beginning to
twinkle at the prospect of a liberal guest, who meant to come
frequently.

"I reckon you'd like to see what I can do in the way of rooms, Mr.,
Mr.----Wal, I don't think I quite ketched your name."

"Mr. North," said the stranger, smiling at the man's shrewdness.

He stood for a few moments talking with Caleb, and though the old fellow
was not easily pleased, he was quite fascinated by the stranger's
manner; and, having a very vague idea of princes, was almost inclined to
think that this splendid-looking creature might be one who had strayed
over from his native kingdom on a fishing excursion.

"Now let me see the rooms," said Mr. North. "I suppose my man may as
well carry the traps up stairs now--the place is certain to suit me."

Caleb looked at the stylish colored individual who was leaning, in a
graceful attitude, over the luggage, and a brilliant idea struck him.

"I say you," he called, "I've got a ticket that'll just suit you,
Mr.----What's your name?"

"If you are redressing me," replied the sable gentleman, majestically,
"my name is Mr. Julius Hannibal."

"Want to know!" said Caleb. "Wal, here's an invite that was just meant
for a fine-looking chap like you."

Caleb drew one of the notes from his pocket, and held it out. Hannibal
took it with considerable dignity, doubtful how to receive such
unceremonious compliments.

"You are in luck, Ju," said his master. "What's it all about, Mr.
Benson?"

"Why, Mr. Mellen--he's one of our rich men down here--is going to be
married this week, so his servants thought they'd have a blow-out
to-night, for fear they wouldn't get the chance after the new mistress
comes."

"Go, by all means," said North, almost eagerly. "Make all the friends
you can, Ju, for we shall be here a good deal--go, certainly."

Hannibal drew himself up, bowed to his master, and said to Caleb in a
stately way----

"I shall be most happy to mixture in the festive throng, but would most
'spectfully state to Miss Clorindy that morocur pumps is banished from
polite society, and only patting leathers is worn--but these is
trifles."

North took the note from his servant's hand, and could not repress his
merriment as he read it; but Caleb receive