Llhicago Inter-ücean. Alex. Stepbens had a keen sense of the ridioulous, and used to relate aneciotes froru his own éxporicnee to amuse liis friends. One which lic was very fond of telling occurred during hia service in Congress before the war. vvhen Senator Edward Kverett and M. de Sartigis, the French Minister, resided in adjacent houses on G. street. One evening, as the guests invited by M. de Sartiges, to a dinner party arrived, M. Stephens carne with theiu in evening dress. The polite Frenchman, not having invited the well-known Representative from Georgia, asked him if he dcsired to converse with him on ány subject. "No, thank you," replied Mr. Stephens, who went onchattingwith tho other guests. M. de Sartiges went to his diningroom, told his butler not to announce dinner until that little gentleman in the parlor had gone, and returned there. At'ter waiting a quarter of anhour, with the full knowledge that his good cheer was beiug spoileu, he again a])proached Mr. Stephens, saying: "Meestear Steven, wouhl you like to see me about something?" "No, sir! No, sir!" was the prompt reply, and asthe disconsolatehostwalked away with a gesture of despair, Mr. Stephens said to a gentleman with whom he was conversing: "What does that impertinent littlo Frenchman mean b thinking that] want to talk wifhhlmP "That," was the reply, "is our host you know, and perhaps he invited you to have a little cnat beforo dinner." 'Our host!" exclaimed Mr. Stephens, "why, I came here to dine with Senator Everett, of Massachusetts!" The joke was too good to bc kopt quiet, and after Mr. Stephens liad left the guests at the French Legation in a roar, he created another hearty laugh in Mr. Everett's drawing-rooni next door, where the guests for another diuner had been awaiting his arrival. He liad gotten into the wrong house.