Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1876-03-17

| in the Detroit u Milwaukee depot yeSter-
day, having come from Canada, and
waiting to go further west. She called
him "George'' as she ordered him to look
and see if that handled satchel was
safe, and he called her 6 Dolly" as he re-
ported that that 'ere sarchel was as safe as
| if spiked to a tree. By-and-by he wanted
| to smoke, and he went out and lit his pipe
and strolled into a barber shop. Left
alone in strange town, the wife became
nervous and fidgety after few minutes,
and walking over to where serious-look,
ing chap sat reading a paper covered
novel entitled ''The Bushwhacker's
Daughter, - she asked:
]" You don't think my husband has got
lost, do your" La. f
els your husband of phlegmatic dis
position, ma am ~ he asked in reply.
She looked at him in puzzled way,
and then hesitatingly said:
"He's good-natured, and l never heard
him swear, cept the time when forgot
and left his boots in the oven"
g Are your coniugal ties still tender and
sentimental? ?" he asked
&C Pm his lawful wife," she replied,
looking rather indignant.
Yes, yes, know; but perhaps your
| husband has cOgent reasons for desiring to
sever his conjugal ties"
Jugal what? she asked.
"Hasn't it occurred to you, madam, that
your husband may have run away?"
"Good gracious, mol"
cit has to me. [ was studying both of
you before he went out. / saw that he
was of phlegmatic temperament, while
you are vivacious."
"Good land!''
e l.;
you as you were looking at the lady who
tends the eating stand. | could almost
read his thoughts. / saw him sigh. A
look of deepest sorrow crossed his face.
/ saw him draw away from you, as ii
your presence was disagreeable."
4" You did,"
"And | saw him elevate his nose"
'Did he stick up his nose at me?" she
demanded.
Yes, and as he passed me going out
heard him whispering to himself: III
leave the old jade and hunt me up
blooming wife Pm sorry for you,
ma am"
q You needn't be- she slowly said,
drawing off her yarn mittens and button
ing up her waterproof. so he stuck up
his nose, eli? And he kinder drew off,
ELI? Called me an old Jade, did hep
1T is sad case, ma Fam, continued the
stranger, as he saw her eyes Swapping,
but of course you can't do anything
abou. it," l
81 can't, ell ?" she replied, as she be-
gan stacking up the baggage.
"No, ma'am. All you can do is to
pawn your jewelry, sell your baggage,
and return home"
''Stranger, will you keep an eye on them
things?" she asked, pointing TO the bag
gage.
AZ will, ma'am, but / hope you will
take my advice Youdon't want to make
public scandal, do your
q Watch them things" she said, waving
her hand, and she went out upon the
street.
Nothing was to be seen of George"
She started up the street looking very
pale around the mouth. He sat in the
window of the barber-shop, smoking away
and reading negro minstrel programme.
She saw him as she was walking past, and
she softly slid in and had him by the hair
before he looked up
=" What on earth-Dolly-why, Dolly"
he yelled in his sudden surprise.
Eyes, it's your old iade!' she Kissed,
irving to get hold with the other hand, too.
whats who-hold On!' he ex-
claimed.
"For de mercy sake! What's all dis
yer mean?', called The barber.
Z" Found that young and blooming wife
yet ?'' she sneered, holding his head against
the wall.
What wife-what ails ye-are we era
zy ?" he yelled.
. Now. dew stop dis yer bludshed or I'll
call out de policer' added the barber,
waving his lather-b brush around.
Sneaked in here in hopes I'd go, did
your remarked the wife.
=" Woman, are you mad - asked inc
man. re
If she hain't done gone crazy as
| fox den | never seed 'possum?' put In
the barber. =,
93oa George returned to the depot with
her. The baggage was there; but the
strange man with novel wasn't. She sat
!. George down, sat down bCa : him,
and in reply to his explanation she pressed
her lips and said:
!" You sot right where you are or thereT
be broken bonesn
But, Dolly ---!"
"You let Dolly alonei Well be alone
bime-by, and you'd better git ready TO
shiver!' E
The stranger was a mean man. Dolly
will never believe there wasn't something
in it.-Detroit Free Press.
1T is said that there is confined in
Paris mad house printer, whose lunacy
takes mild though curious form The
poor fellow was once foreman OF news
paper Office, and the demands for heads OF
columns for advertisements, puffs, etc.,
have driven him crazy