The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1868-07-17

"Such headache rs / haye!" groaned
Smith, us he entered the breakfast room
with bis hair rumplcd, his chest collapsed
aud his back rounded OUT in tho shape oi
the letter G.. "Such headache :"
"Pcrhaps it was tho cake you alc before
going to bed, remarked his wife, rs she
poured tho coffee.
"Cake? There's nothing moro whole.
some than cake before going to bed, cspec-
tally plum cake" answered Smith, drop.
ping into chair. .. r...
Mrs. Smith, feeling indisposod at that
matutinnl hour for an argument, nsscnted,
"Try little tea" suggested she.
"Tea.! an old maids remedy !; no tea for
me :" '... .I,1'a' '.'..
"well, Coffee" -.,....l -..
"Ialon't think ! want any thing" !" groan-
ed Smith. 10 dear I am going to have a
day OF it." .r.r..g, fr..7 Irrr,.
Mrs. Smith had il ON her tongues end TO
say, swell, that is the usual result OF a
night Of il = hut she closed her teeth aud
Bit ofl',ho exssperated and truthful rejoin-
DER 'i'H' ~ .'A '"'.A
"Isnt this room awful hot?" asked
Smith, opening six doors without waiting
for her reply. which, il, uttered would have
been that she was -shiycripg with the
druushts. ' ''' .. t'' n.' .'''' 80 -. -
Then seating himself ut the table 81
think will have ten Mrs. Smith: il will
be sure to upset or cure me; II don't mat.
ter which," he adds, with u dcsparing
groan; sand may rs well cut u piece Of
beafs,cak, while I am about tin for n
penny in for pound-0, dear!"
al think III come and sit in your room,
Mary" said Smith to his wife after the tea
and breakfast had gone down, "lt looks
nice and pleasant here, and ] like to stay
with you when ] have the headache"
Mary turned her hack, that he nee,l not
see tho smile lurking round her mouth at
the conclusion Of his sentence, and brought
pillow to the sofa for his disorganizcd
head. ..,,
mot iha,-no, not that il will only heat
my head. o, dear Mary (sole,nnly) do
you knew think made q mistake in cnt
ing that becistoakT". G .g,r. rE a-,
Mary, with heroism which should plnco
her name in 'Fox's Book of Martyrs" did
not reply, II knew il at the time, Smith,
and my only chance Of preventing YOU from
eating was to refrain from asking you not
to eat; so ! didn't sny co." 'a .1' p"
"Slary," said Smith, as she seated her.
sclfto sewing, "don't you think ] should
feel better if | had a jug Of l'oiling wafer al
my fectf" .-f'.' -.'
"Perhaps you would" said Mary, drop.
ping her spools aud ,himhlo and buttons
on the floor to hunt up the jug AMI hot wat.
or herself, for Smith had tho opinion
that wife should attend TO these things,
although three great fat servants might SIT
sucking their thumbs in tho kitchen, and
cooking their hoels Oh the range. Perhaps
you would.".r r-,H fr- rsN 'hi En'T,
"May," askcd Smith, alter iliis arrange
mcnt was carried out, don't you think this
bottle might be pushed liic closer Z a
don't feel il. except on one foot a
AYES" said Mary, dropping her work
once more. "ls il rightr" 'a.. % sa.i.f
80, yes" answered Smith,, rolling his
leih eye in ecstacy, as the heat penetrated
the solcs Of his feet; show nicci il is to
: have you round when am sick!' 80 -. ~
Tho same funny look came again around
the corners Of May's mouth, lmt Smith,
bless his ob,use soul, didn't see il.
"Mary," said Smith, al think ] could 20
to sleep now IL you would Close iloss cur.
tains aud tl'ings, aud carry that confounded
bird down stairs, and shut out the light =
+ eyes" said Mary, "and rll take my
sewing into tho next ROOM" r.i... 81,
"Do," said Smith.
And gathering up her work basket and
/ Smith pants, that had several vital buttons
| missing, and which he wished replaced, ,
Mary deIsrted. f.r, -.. g,,.,..H ~ -sy 1..
"Mary,' said Smith, suddenly appear
ing q the door Of the room where she had
seated hsrself. with his hair rampant. and
a blanket shawl sticking TO hin back, .,it's
no use. don't feel biz better. I'm
sure ! don't know what to do Do you
really think Il was the cake:" - i-s, 80 .
Mays patience was waning. T know
il, John-it always makes you sick. Don't
you recollect I asked you not to cot Il at
the tnci i"7iai'sTl efsr, ssL iu,i 'sg1q sFT
"wsii, sli lean sny is,r said s,ni,l, ~
don't bclicve h.s D., dear! Wheru ure lil,o
/ morning papepi" o hu' ~ ri,s aaasl-
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