Weekly Calaveras chronicle. (Mokelumne Hill, Calaveras County, Cal.) 18??-1874, 1867-11-30

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And Mr.. Haven must have left his
interference principles at the office,
for Mary never saw any more of them.
Neither husband or wife ever alluded
to the subject again, but Mr.. Haven
was cured of his own bad habit Mary 5
single stratagem was worth thousand
remonstrances
A Queer Story-Ladies, Don't Bet Your
Pockets.
The New York Sun, in speaking of
the races at Jerome Park, on the 10Th
ult., relates this amusing story:
zone little group on the members
stand furnished US with a story which
is good enough to repeat, we think.
There was very young wife-very
pretty; husband not quite so young,
and gay-looking lady friend, and the
party occupied back seat. The wife
was apparently delighted with the
sports, but could not resist frequent
jealous glance toward her female com
panion, to whom the husband was pay
ing a good deal of uncalled for attention.
During the handicap race the excitement
was intense, and there was much
private and innocent betting and from
this interest our little group was not
exempt. The pretty wife had been
betting on Onward which, having
the lead at first, she took asa good sign,
in the innocence of her heart, and the
female friend, doubtless on the advice
of our nice husband, laid her money on
Local, who was altogether behind time
in the first mile. The bet was pocket
against pocket. I'll bet all I've got in
my pocket said the fascinating friend :,
that Local wins the first mile Of
course she meant all the money in her
pocket, but when Local did not win the
first mile, and disappointed everybody,
and the wife jolly demanded the loser S
pocket to be emptied, there appeared to
be some hesitation on the part of the
lady friend. She handed out her peck
book, but that wasn't enough. 'Ev-
erything you have in your pocket in
sisted the pretty wife, who seemed to
think it such good joke to win, that
she determined to enjoy it fully.
There then ensued a playful tussle
for the pocket, which ended by the
wife getting her hand in and drawing
most of its contents forth, while the
husband assumed highly moral air
and a deprecating look. A handker-
chief, pair of gloves, pocket-book, tiny
bunch of keys and other trifes of the
kind were brought forth in her grasp,
at which the little wife laughed immod-
erately, until little folded note, buried
beneath the rest of the things, caught
her eye, and then her face changed.
She dropped the rest and opened that,
to the apparent dismay Of friend and
husband, and the amusement of two or
three bystanders, to whom, now that
the race was over, anything was at
tractive that looked funny. Whatever
was in the note, of course, nobody that
witnessed the scene could say. 1t was
easy to guess, however, from the action
of the wife. She grew very red, and
looked very mad, and said, this is
pretty after she had read the letter, in
a tone which meant that she thought it
was anything else but nice, Emma
said the husband, as if he would like to
explain something, but his wife inter
rupted him. Il want to 90 home she
said, and started off. At first the hus-
band was going after her alone, but re-
Numbering there was another lady in
the case, took number two's arm, and
followed quickly after the first little
lady.
1t was an interesting episode of the
day-a lesson to husbands and to wives,
and conveyed warning to verybody
about betting their pockets
A TRAVELLER once arrived at village
inn after hard days travel, but the
landlord said they were entirely full,
and that it was utterly impossible to