Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-10-20
DAILY EVENING STAR.
THE WIFE's NIGHT CAP.

transfer the following amusing story from
an exchange to the columns of the Star:
Mr.. -, who doesn't live more than
mile from the post Office in this city,
met some s. northern men with southern
principles, the other evening, and in ex-
tending to them the hospitalties of our
goodly city, visited so many of our prin-
cipal saloons and marble halls" imbi-
bing spiritual consolation as they Jour-
neyed, that when he left them al their
hotel at the midnight hour. he fit, de-
cidedly felt, that he had "a BRICK in his
hat ="
Now, he has wife. an amiable, accom-
pllshed and beautiful lady, who loves him
devotcdly, but she finds one fault with
him, and that is, his too frequent visits
to tile places where these q bricks " are
obtained.
After leaving his friends, Mr.. -
paused moment, took his bearings. and
having strapped a course on the principl:
that continual angles meet, made sail for
home. In due course of time he arrived
there, and was not very much astonished,
but rather frightened to find his worthy
lady sitting UP for him. She always
does. She smiled when lie came in. That
also, she always does.
How are you, dear E 2" she said
&" You stayed out so late that | feared
you had been taken sick"
Hic-ain't sick, wife: b-but don't
You think I'm little t-tight 2"
"A very little, perhaps, my dear, but
that Is nothing-you have so many
friends, as you say, You must join them
in glass once in a while"
Wife, you're too good-the truth is
I'm d-drunk"
40. 10, indeed, my dear-Im sure
that even another glass wouldn't hurt
you.-Now suppose you take glass of
Scotch ale with me, just as night cap,
my dear ?"
q You are too kind, my dear, by half !;
know I'm d-drunk."
go, no, only whiskey punch too
much, love, that's all
Yes, whiskey punch, Benter makes
such stiff 'uns 20
Well, take glass of ale, at any rate
1t cannot hurt you, dear; | want one my
self, before ! retire"
The lady hastencd to open a bottle,
and as she placed two tumblcrs before
her on the side board, she put in one
very powerful emetic. Filling the glass
with the foaming ale, she handed titot
one with a betwitching smile TO her hus-
band
Suspicion came cloudily upon his mind,
She had never before been so kind when
he was drunk. He looked at the glass,
raised it to his lips-thcn hcstatcd.
Dear won't you just taste mine, to
make it sweeter 2" said he.
Certainly, love- replied the lady,
taking mouthlill, which she was very
careful not to swallow.
Suspicion vanished, and so did the ale.
emetic and all, down the throat Of the
satisfied husband. After splitting out the
taste, the lady finished her glass, but
seemed in no hurry to retire. She fixed
a foot-tub of water before an easy chair,
As ifshe intended to bathe her little feet.
But small as were those feet, there was
not water enough in the tub TO cover
them. The husband began to feel and he
wanted To retire.
." Wait only few moments, dear"
said his loving spouse, Il want to read
the news in this afternoon Star.
found 1t in your pocket"
A few minutes more elapsed, and then
and thcn--O We gods and Dan o. the
Lake--what time The husband was
placed in the easy chair. lie began to
understand why the tub was thcre-hc
soon learned what allied him. Suffice it
to say, that when he arose from that
chair-the brick had left his hat. 1t
hasn't been there since. He says he'll
never drink another whiskey punch. lie
can't bear Scotch ale, but is death Oh
lemonade" lie loves his wife better.
than ever.