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Show HER LITTLE HAND IN HIS Mr. Pecke'a Expfanation as to Reason Somewhat Dispelled tho Odor of Romance. Henne and Pecke were two henpecked henpeck-ed married men. The other day they met, and, after a few casual remarks concerning the weather, the subject of women and unfortunate husbands was perhaps naturally discussed. To Henne, however, suddenly came thoughts of years ago, when he was a happy bachelor, and (unconsciously of what Fate had in store for him) was "walking out" a girl who was, later on, destined to bring him sorrow sor-row and misery. Pecke, seeing a "far-away" look in his companion's eyes, Inquired the meaning. Henne retorted dramatically, dramat-ically, "I was just then thinking, old fellow, of those happy days long ago when I used to hold that girl's hand in mine for hours when " But the equally unfortunate Pecke suddenly cut his companion short by exclaiming: "Why, that's nothing! Cheer up! Do you know, only yesterday yes-terday I held my wife's hand for three solid hours." "What?" said the startled Henne. "Yes, it's a fact," resumed Pecke, sorrowfully; "and I declare if I'd let loose Bhe'd have killed me." London Tit-Bits. |