The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1848-12-25

As the pain increased, her passion abated. " Get
up quick, dear John Peter, and light the taper Just
feel on the mantel shelf and you'll find some
matches in box-O dear, dear, how ii palms. -
g Mrs. Queercurdle, you re more trouble than
you re worth, and that s no secret % and so say
ing he bounced out Of bed in fever of domestic
irritation, increased by placing one foot, not on
the floor, but queensware wash-hand basin full
Of cold water, which had been inadvertently left
in tn is critical position. He treaded as lightly
the floor after this as a cat would on a wet pave
ment, and the dank feeling was tispelled by en-
veloping the member for a few moments in a stray
napkin over which he CHANGED to stumble. With
out Disagreement to Mr.. Quaercurdle's temper,
every body will admit that this lUas trying.
The matches were found, and after repeated
FRACTIONAL efforts one gnited. Now, Eloise, tell
what else you want, for curse me if get out of
bed again tonight"
A feeble groan was heard and then " Odontal-
gic drops " were mentioned.
sWhere are they" asked Mr.. Queercurdle,
pausing to snuff the taper, which he did with his
fore-fnger and thumb.
down stairs in the front parlor-cupboard."
Wrapping himself up in a large gayly-fgured
night-mantle, he descended two flights Of stairs,
ransacked the cupboard until it resembled hotch.
potch of sundries, linen are always a long while
about finding anything,) found the Odontalgic
Drops" left the cupboard door wide open, glanced
at the clock, fell over STOOL examined the bolts of
the front windows, and returned so his chamber,
all of which performances were gone through with
in the short space of tODenty minutes, but which
seemed full two hours to Mrs. O., who lay writhing
on the bed, performing all sorts of pantomime with
one hand while the aching side of her face rested
on the other.
"Omy, how long you We been,'' groaned she,
raising up as her husband entered the room, Pm
almost dying, dear John Peter"
"Dying fddlesticks, ma'am ]" replied he with
lugubrious face and he muttered something to
himself, the purport of which was, " there was no
such good fortune"
The tooth, after proper application of the reme-
dy, grew more easy.
"ism much better now," sighed she-and re-
laxing her face until it bore a resemblance to a
smile, said, "Tuck the bed in"
Without murmuT, Queereurdle obeyed.
"Now kiss me, dear John Peter" said she, when
he had done folding the covers under the mattress,
and III go to sleep.
g Any thing for comfort mnttsred he, a. he
bent over to comply with her request
Her lips not being very
"-rioh In bllsasJ,
nor
''swsst petitioners for kisEss.n
he did not repeat lest he might rob her rubles Of
too much Of the ambrosa dew that Is said to inger
on ladies lips.
He wiped his mouth with the end of the pillow
case.
" Good night, love-"
"Good night"
[" Let me ask you only one question before we go
70 Sleep" said she.
Not tonight"
" Just one"
"No"
"Yes--it Just one little one II 1t clears off in
the morning, sha'n't we go to the races"
Her tooth twinged, and she ceased to speak Mr..
Queercurdle snored, and soon after all was quiet
In the bed-chamber