Life — April 7, 1900 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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ESS Devotion. 3 it hurt so much, Daisy?” asked Mr. rmlove, solicitously. He was sitting by his wife’s bedside, fondling her hand, and trying, in his ignorant, manlike wy, to comfort ber. “Is it really so very painful?” he inquired, as his wife's face quivered and twitched. * Of course it is,” replied Mrs, Warmlove, tear- fully and testily. ‘‘ But that isn’t the worst of it. Of course, of all days in the year, this was the day I had to wake up with it. Ouch! Ob-b-h! [don’t see why neuralgia should have such fiendish malignancy. It’s just diabolical that it should attack me to-day.” ‘*It is too bad, Daisy ; too, too bad, dear,” said Mr. Warmlove, soothingly. ‘* But I don't under- stand, darling, why it is worse to-day than any other. Still, you know best, sweet.” ““Becauee it's Easter Sunday, stupid,” ex- plained Mrs. Warmlove, weepily. ** And —and now I can’t wear my new hat and dress tochurch, and — and I particularly wanted that horrid Mrs. Rivalton —I mean I particulurly wanted to go to church to-day.” “ But you can wear them some other Sunday,” consoled Mr. Warmlove, “That isn't Easter, and it isn't the same thing atall, and ivd be just like Mrs. Rivalton to say that I stayed home because I didn’t have —I be- lieve I will get up, and try to go after all,” said Mrs. Warmlove, crossly. ** If—it—is—so—important—that—your— dress —and —hat—get—tu—church—to-day,” said Mr. Warmlove, slowly and ponderously, like a man weighing an heroic resolve and nerviog himself to the deed, “I'll, by George, I will wear ’em myself, darling!” Alex, Ricketts. TUE POWER BEIIND THE THRONE.