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THE FIRST SHIRT BUTTON.
Experimental IIOuscwifery that NenrIy
Wrecked Happy Marriage.

Experimental Houscwifery that Nearly
Wrecked n Happy AInrringe.
Young Charley Overblower married
about month ago, and when he came
back from his wedding tour he and his
pretty little wife, Emma, took possession
of q charming flat up town. Early one
evening, after they were fairly settled,
and the last of Emma's sisters had been
induced to conclude her visit, Charley
proposed to Emma that they should go
to the theater. The little woman assent
ed and both began to amend their tot
let's. In few moments Charley said A:
Darling. I am sorry to trouble you !;
/: but really I think I shall be obliged to
have to ask you to sew button on this
shirt"
"Of course why not % said Emma,
delighted at chance to show her skill.
She took the garment, seated herself,
and said II can't remember for the
life of me where I put the buttons
Charley, look in that box and see if you
can find one"
Charley looked in the box, which WAS
a case of perfume bottles, and not find
ing the desired article, concluded that
he would not bother Emma for further
! information, so he pulled button from
another shirt.
"Now, Charley" said Emma, look in
the top-bureau drawer and get me a
paper Of needles and spool of white
cotton-be sure and get the white cot
ton."
Charley found in the top bureau
drawer q copy of Tennyson-he remem-
bered it well. and picked it up and looked
Mt the marginal marks and comments,
dear affectionate little girl that she
; was and more perfume Lottles, and a
pattern of flor de fumar overskirt and
the beginning Of sofa. cushion, and va
rious other things, but no needle or cot
ton. Then he remembered that he had
fancy " housewife that he had bought
from girl at fair, and he got needles
and cotton out of that.
"Thank you DEAR" said Emma, and
she began to stitch vigorously, humming
u dreamy italian air. Presently she
said: "Oh, Charley, wont you bring me
the scissors? I think they're in my
writing-desk. I had them to-day cutting
poem out of paper"
The scissors were not in the writing
desk, nor on the mantel, nor in the top
bureau-drawer, nor in the case of per-
fume bottles, nor in the hair receiver, SO
Charley drew on his housewife "again.
Emma took the scissors, shipped the
thread and exclaimed : "There darling /;
and now make haste, or we shall be late. "
Charley wriggled into the garment,
and then put up his hands to button the
band at the back, but no button was
there.
"Why, En-" he cried : where in
thunder did you sew on the button ?"
"Oh, Charley, aint you ashamed p
exclaimed his wife. Where are your
eyes z"
If they werein the back of my head, !"
answered Charley, perhaps could see
the button"
Emma raised herself on her tiptoes
and looked at the band.
"Why, that's strange p said she.
Take it off and let me look at it. "
The shirt was inspected thoroughly,
and the button was found neatly and
deity sewed on just beneath the tag of
the shirt-bosom 80 as to button to that
appendage in most elegant manner.
Well, by jove," exclaimed Charley,
i'll Didn't know any more about sewing
on a button than that, I wouldn't get
mar-1'd learn how"
"Iou were going to say you wouldn't
have got married." cried his wife, put
ting on her hat hastily and bursting into
tears.
"Where are you going ?" demanded
Charley savagely.
"I'm going home, and I'll get sepa-
ration from you and your old shirts !;
that's where I'm going" blubbered EN-
ma. I thoughtyou wanted the button
there to fasten to your what-you-call-
ems"
It took Charley an hour to persuade
Emma that if she went home there
wouldn't be strawberries and cream
enough to 60 ,round, and that she could
get all she wanted at Delmonico's, and
he'd pay for it.-NcW York World.