The Stourbridge Observer, Cradley Heath, Halesowen & District Chronicle.
Stourbridge, West Midlands, England, 1876-09-16 00:00:00

[From Punch.]
LEAVING HOME.
(A Social Contrast of Two Ways.)

THE WRONG WAY.
Edwin. Well, I suppose we must go somewhere.
Angelina. You have been such a long time making
up your mind that the summer has quite gone.
Edwin. Well, I see you have packed up your box.
What a heap of useless things you are taking. You've
got enough to set up an old clothes shop.
Angelina. I have left half of them out to go into
your portmanteau. You know you will have room
for them—your scanty wardrobe would scarcely pro-
vide a change for a soarecrow.
Edwin. Let us drop the luggage for a while, and
consider where we shall go. What do you say to
Switzerland?
Angelina. I have always hated mountains; but, if
you want to go to Sapon, I suppose I shall be dragged
there.
Edwin. Sapon When I want to gamble I generally
manage to do it at the Club.
Angelina. You needn't remind me of your folly—
robbing the home that you may show your brother
members that you don't understand whist.
Edwin. Not understand whist, indeed! Well, never
mind, I shall go there to-night.
Angelina (laughing nervously). No, no, you silly
fellow, I didn't mean what I said. But about this trip?
Edwin. What do you say to Italy?
Angelina. I detest pictures and mosquitos, and am
nev.-r well when I am living under a cloudless sky.
Edwin. Oh hang it! Let's go to Paris.
Angelina (with the air of a martyr). Of course I
will do anything you please.
' [And off they go to enjoy their holiday.
THE EIGHT WAY.

Edwin. Well. I suppose we must go somewhere.
Angetina. You could not have chosen a batter
moment for the suggestion. London is quite empty,
and the Continent will be simply charming at this sea-
son of the year.
Edwin, Well, I see you have packed up your box.
Now are you quite sure you have enough. Mind, you
will want something nice for the tables d'h6te, and
plenty of warm things for the evening.
Angelina. My dear, I have got almost too many
things, but, in spite of that, I shall have plenty of
room for your wardrobe. One box between us will
save a lot of trouble.
Edwin. Let us drop the luggage for a while and con-
sider where we shall go. What do you say to
Switzerland?
Angelina. I have always delighted in mountains. It
will be simply charming. And mind we must go to
Sapon.
Edwin. Sapon !Oh O. I have given up gambling.
The home, my love, has been a far stronger attraction
than the Club.
Angelina. And yet you, I have always understood,
are one ot the very beat whist-players in London.
Edwin. If you flatter me like that I shall go off to
the Club to-night to test my cleverness.
Angelina (laughing heartily). No, no, you silly
fellow, I didn't mean what I said. But about this
trip ?

Edwin. What do you say to Italy?
Angelina. I revel in pictures. And you know that
I am never so well and happy as when I am living
under a cloudless sky.
Edwin. Well, my darling, we will have a little
Switzerland, a little Italy, and a good long bit of
Paris.
Angelina (with the air of an angel). Of course,
dearest, I will do anything you please.
[And off they go to enjoy their holiday.

Mrs. Abbot, widow of the German Consul at
Salontca, who was murdered there, has received through
an official channel the sum of three hundred thousand
francs paid by the Ottoman Government on accognt of the
outrage. . _ xmo do:
An aceident occnrrec on the Great Northern line on
Tuesday evening at Abbotts Ripton, to the train correspond.
log to the one which was the cause of the terrible accident
at the same spot last January. The engine of the coal train
broke down and caused a block on the up line, so that the
Scotch express was delayed an hour at Woodwalton, and
opir tow wore alio adqed, Dul;IQ pitrOu wig loturcd.