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into his mouth and holding the evening paper stiffly before him, as though he were reading. “And you said,’ she continued unmercifully, tears welling into her eyes and choking her voice till she sounded pitiful indeed, ‘‘you said you loved me then— when I was young and pretty; but now, when I no longer possess’’—— “But, listen, now, a word in edgeways. **When I no longer possess the beauty you use) to rave about,’’ she continued, ‘what do you do? Yes, that's what I say: What do you do? I'll tell you what you do: You abuse me! Yes, abuse me—run me down every chance you get, just be- cause I am a poor, defenseless woman who can’t protest!"" “Why, Helen, I'" “You keep throwing it up at me that you own everything, and I’m nothing but a mere chattel to you, like the rest of the furniture."’ “Why, I’* “And I sha‘n't stand it any longer! and go right home to mother!"' “Why, Helen, you know everything is yours to do with as he protested, trying to get I shall pick up my duds you like,’’ he finally protested; but she only sobbed. He arose, overcome with her emotion, and took her in his arms, patting her consolingly on the back. ECONOMIZING George, dear, I've succeeded in reducing expenses. By having every- thing charged I find I have spent very little money this week, and still you say I have no business sense."" “There, now, don’t cry,"" he said. ‘*You can have anything you want in this wide world, if you'll only stop crying." She looked up into his face, smiling with a suddenness that startled him. ‘*Do you mean it, dearie?’’ she said, all the while fondling the charm on his watch chai “If you'll only dry up those tea he answered, “Oh, I'm so happy!’’ she returned. And then suddenly, ‘Do you know, John, we've been married just a year to-morrow? “By Jove!’ he sighed, hardly knowing whether to feel pleased or not. ‘*That's as tae year! And lappy, aren't we, dear?’ And he squeezed her a little tighter. “Uh-huh, "’ she murmured demurely, as she fondly straightened the lapel on his coat. The next day some jeweler in that town got two months of John'ssalary, and one more husband was a little wiser and a little meeker than he had ever been before. Not a Monopolist E* year brings me much advice As to Lenten sacrifice, So I think I shall omit Sending violets to Kit Or perhaps I might do jess In the way of books for Bess. It's extravagant, I know, Buying chocolates for Jo; And though I enjoy the play, I'llabstain from—taking May. Cut cigars? I'll leave a few Stunts for other chaps to do. —Kunice Ward. Tempus Fugit “I want a warrant for the arrest of Father Time." “What's the charge?"’ “Outrageous and continu- ous violation of the speed laws !"" So Old-Fashioned Mrs. De Style—That wom- an has such a silly excuse for neglecting her social duties. Mrs. Bilton—What is it? Mrs. De Style—Her chil- THE 1915 EXODUS TO EUROPE