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Show A DOMESTIC SORROW. Here is a characteristic conversa- . icn which occurred foms time since etween a certain Mrs. Smith aud l Mrs. Junes. The hushauds of Kth belong to the Blank club, n.d up. in a certain occasion ' v" wv4 met and talked 1 iver their grievances. Said Mrs. ! roues: "My dear, do you know that I am unhappy," j "No, de.sr, I had not the remotest: dea of anything of thai kind. Yon ire living in such luxury and ease hat I auppored yon lobe the happiest A mortals. "Oh, no, I never think of that for am too, too unhappy." "What makes you so unhappy?" "Oh, never mind, dear; it does not concern any one in the world but myself; but I am dreadfully unhappy. I suppose I am tiie most unhappy person who livet". ' ' "Do tell me what it is." " Well, my dear, if you will know, it is this: My husb tnd goes out and stays all. night long at the club and plays cards. Ain'l that dreadful?" Mrs, Smith g izod at Mrs. Jonea very calmly and placidly and pityingly, pity-ingly, and then remarked: "Mv dear Mrs. Jones, I waa absolutely fright ened I was alarmed. I shuddered for fear you were about to relate some terrible mystery. You are not half aa unhappy as I am. I am the most unhnppv, miserable woman that ever lived." " "What!" said Mrs. Jones, "You unhappy, and bo much admired and caressed by society." ' ' Yes; l he most heart-broken woman you ever knew." "What can be the cnuse of this?" "Well, I'll tell you, my dear. You see my husband goes out and stays al night, aud well, he stays all nighi and tries to play cardB, but cau't, Those other fellows beat him ever) night." Boston Courier, |