The Republican journal., 1870-04-21
Mr.. AND MRS. SMITHS HEADACHES.

'Such headache as / have ~ eroaned
Smith, as he entered the breakfast-room,
with his hair rumpled, his chest collapsed,
and his back rounded out in the shape of the
letter c. Such n headache!''
perhaps it was the cake you ate before
going to bed remarked his wife, as she
poured the coffee.
than cake before going to bed especially
plum-cakc.n answered Smith, dropping into
a chair
Mrs. Smith, feeling indisposed at that ma
tutiual hour for an argument assented.
Try little tea" suggested She,
''Tea! IN Old maids remedy; no tea for
mo"
well, coffee"
81 don't think want any thing," groaned
Smith 80, dear. I'm going to have q day
of it,"
Mrs. Smith had it on her tongues end to
saw ''Wcll, that is the usual result Of Il night
'it;' but she closed her teeth and bit off the
cvasperating but truthful reioinder.
',lsn't this room awful hot?" asked Smith
opening six doors without waiting for her
reply, which, if uttered, would have Ecen that
She was shivering with the draughts.
Then seating himself at the table, Il think
will have tea Mrs. Smith it will be sure
TO upset or cure me it don't matter which, -
he adds, with Il despairng groan; ''and l
may as well eat piece of beefsteak while I'm
about it. In for a penny in for a pound. O
dear"
II think I'll come and sit in your room.
Mary said Smith to his wife, after tea and
breakfast had gone. at looks so nice and
pleasant here, and l like to stay with you
when have the headache"
Mary turned her head back that he might
not see the smile lurking round her mouth at
the conclusion of his sentence, and brought a
pillow to the sofa for his dsorganized head
Not that-no not that; it will only heat
my head o, dear! Mary" solemnly, "do
You know | think made n mistake in eating
that beetsteak Pr
Mary, with heroism which should place
her name in ''Fox's book of Martyrs" did
not reply, Il knew it at the time, Smith, and
my only chance of preventing you from eat
ing was to refrain from asking You not to eat
50 didn't say So.'
MARY" said Smith, as she seated herself
10 sewing, don't you think | should feel
better it | had ing of boiling water at my
feet Pr
''Perhaps You would' said Mary. dropping
her Spools, and thimble, and buttons on the
floor to hunt up the jug and hot water herself
for Smith had the opinion that 4 wife should
attend personally to these things, although
their thumbs in the kitchen and cooking theil
heels on the range.
"Perhaps you would"
Mary" asked Smith, after this arrange
ment was carried out, don't you think this
bottle might be pressed a little closer | dom,
feel it, except on one FOOT
YES" said Mary, dropping her work once
moro. as that right?"
20, YES answered Smith, rolling his left
eye in ecstasy, as the heat penetrated the
solcs of his feet chow nice it is to have you
round when ! am sick!"
The same funny look came again around
the corners of Mary's mouth, but Smith, bless
his obtuse soul, didn't see it.
Mary said Smith, II think l could 90 to
sleep now it you would close those curtains
and take that COMPOUNDED bird down stairs
and shut out the light
Yes" said Mary, land I'll take my sew
ing into the next ROOM
DO" said Smith.
And gathering up her work-basket and
Smiths pants, that had several vital buttons
missing, and which he wished replaced, Mary
departed.
Mary said Smith, suddenly appearing
ut the door OF the room where she had seated
herself with his hair rampant, and blanket
shawl sticking to his back, ''it's no use.
don't feel q bit better Pm sure | don'l
know what to do. Do you really think it was
the cake?"
Mary's patience was waning 81 know it
John; it always makes you sick. Don't YOU
recollect | asked you not to eat it all at the
tme?n
'Well, all | can say is.' said Smith, 81 do
not believe it. o, dear! Where are the morn.
ing papersg'
This was another way Of asking Mary to
read them to him, which she did, and without
saying, rs Smith did on u similar occasion,
80 there's nothing in the paper this morn