The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1867-08-08
Mr.. and Mrs. Smiths Headaches--A
Lesson for Somebody.

Win MS nalr rumpled, MS cneSC colapS-
ed, and his back rounded out in the shape
Of the latter C. ''Such headache y
"Perhaps it was the cake you ate be-
fore going to bed," remarked his wife, as
she poured the coffee.
Cake? there's nothing more whole
some than cake before going to bed, es-
pecially plum cake" answered Smith,
dropping into a chair
Mrs. Smith, feeling indisposed at that
matitudinal hour for an argument, assent
ed
"Try little tea," suggested she.
"Tea ! an old maids remedy ; no tea
for me-"
swell, coffee"
81 don't think L want anything"
groaned Smith
ooh, dear I'm going to have day of
it %
Mrs. Smith had it on her tongues end
to say:
"Well, that is the usual result of a
night of it; but she closed her teeth
aud bit off the exasperating aud truthful
rejoinder.
''Isn't this room awful hot 2" asked
Smith, opening six doors, without waiting
for her reply, which, if uttered, would
have been that she was shivering with
the draughts.
Then seating himself at the table: 81
think | will have tea, Mrs Smith it will
be sure to upset or cure me it don t
matter which," he adds, with despair
L
piece of beefsteak, while I'm about it
in for pound ; oh dear %
Il think I'll come and sit in your
room, Mary" said Smith to his wife af-
ter the tea aud breakfast had gone down.
at looks nice and pleasant here, and [
like to stay with you when l have the
headache"
Mary turned her back, that he need
not see the smile lurking round her mouth
at the conclusion of his sentence, and
brought pillow to the sofa for his disor-
ganized head
"Not that-no, not that it will only
heat my head, oh, dear Mary, Solemn
ly,) do you know | think | made mis-
take in eating that beefsteak 2"
Mary, with a heroism which should
place her name in "Fox's of Martyrs
did not reply:
81 knew it at the time, Smith, and my
only chance of preventing you from eat
ing was to refrain from asking you to eat;
so [ didn't say So"
"Mary," said Smith, as she seated her.
self to sewing, "Don't you think should
feel better if had jug of boiling water
at my feet ?"
"Perhaps you would, said Mary, drop
ping her spools and tbmble and buttons
on the floor to hunt up the jug and hot
water herself, for Smith had the opinion
that wife should attend personally to
these things, although three great SER
wants might sit sucking their thumbs in
the kitchen and cooking their heels on
the range.
"Perhaps you would
"Mary," asked Smith, after this ar
rangement was carried out, don't you
think this bottle might be pushed little
closer? | don't feel it, except on one
foot"
eyes," said Mary, dropping her work
once more.
''Is that right ?"
"Oh, yes" answered Smith, rolling his
left eye in ecstacy, as the heat penetrated
the soles of his feet show nice it is to
have you round when | am sick"
The same funny look came again round
the corners of Mary's mouth, but Smith,
bless his obtuse soul, didn't see it.
l.I al L
60 to sleep now if you would close those
curtains aud things, and carry that id
bird down stairs, and shut out the light" :"
"Yes," said Mary, "and I'll take my
sewing in the next room"
"Do," said Smith.
And gathering up her work basket aud
Smiths pants, that had several vital but
tons missing, and which he wished re-
placed, Mary departed.
"Mary," said Smith, suddenly appear
ing at the door of the room where she had
seated herself, with his hair rampant, aud
blanket shawl sticking to his back, ''it's
no use. | don't feel IL bit better. I'm
sure L don't know what to do Do you
really think it was the cake %
MARY patience Was waning. Il know
it, joint always makes you sick
Don't you recollect asked you not to eat
it at the time z"
"Well, all can say is" said Smith, "I
don't believe it. Oh dear, where are the
morning papers 2"
That was another way of asking Mary
to read them to him, which she did, aud
without saying, as Smith did on similar
occasions:
"Oh, there's nothing in the papers this
morning but the same old tariff discus
sions in fact, they are quite dull-here
they are-perhaps you eau pick out some
thing for yourself"
Blessed be the Lord At twelve,
Smith sank into arms of Morpheus, and
slept till three but alas waking. begged
for his wife and washbowl Both were
forthcoming, as also the expected result