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Show SELECTED. ! A SUSPICIOUS HUSBAND. The San Francisco acs Letter recounts re-counts the experience of one of those ini'emaily jealous benedicks who never' can be eay while anything is going on ; that they don't know ail arxmt: Returning home late the other night, a gentleman living on Mission street dkrobed without Lighting the gas, and lay peacefully down beside the partner part-ner of his joys. Sinking back upon the pillow, he straightway raised himself him-self again and remarked : " I say, wife! how's your pillow? Warm'" "U bj, what a foolish question," returned re-turned she, "my pillow is all right." '"Is it real warm? ' he asked. "Certainly "Cer-tainly it is; I've had my head on it for three hours." Apparently satisfied, he lay down, and was silent for some time, when a vigorous nudgiDg in the side of his wile proved that he had another idea. " I say wile!" Kor goodness' sake, what do you want?" petulantly answered that sleepy daine. "I say! you don't use no hair oil do you?" "Of course not. You know that as weil us anybody. Do tor mercy's sake go to sleep." A half hour passed in silence, broken only by the solemn ticking of the clock in the darkness. Then there was another spasmodic nudging. "I say wife! You didn't put the calf under this Ix-d lo-nicht- did vim?" "(Jrncii-ms me !" returned the matron, ''what is the matter with you? Of course the call is not under the bed. Will you nevzr go to sleep?" "Well," continued her lord, sliding his legs sideways out ol the bed, " I'm bluwed if there aim something alive under here." There was the sound of a scrabbling round, a partial upheaval of the couch, the quick gleam of a white garment making mak-ing ibr the open window, through which it disappeared, a threshing round in the rose bushes outside and all again was still. The custody of the children has been awarded to the husband. |
