The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1877-08-30
HER sANGUINE TEmPERMENT.


informed that resident of Lafayette
street east was killing his wife. This
is not an unusual thing for husband
to do during these days of pull-backs'
get-backs, back-ups and long trails, but
still the policeman made rush for the
house. AS he reached the steps the
wife had just finished washing her
bloody nose, and she greeted him with
the cheerful query:
"Hellol Did you hear of the rack
ett ?"
81 heard that you were being MUIR
dered," he replied?
30 pshaw! 1t was merely lively
little set-to between the old man and
myself. We have lots of 'em. Idon't
always come out second best, as did
this time, but it's all right.
'.If a body meet body.
Coming through the ryer'
II should think it would be awful
to live this way" remarked the officer
as he glanced around at the many
proofs of poverty.
"Oh, go long," she smiled. "We
can't all be Dukes and Dukesses, and
there is no use trying. I've got six
childfeh around the house, and its my
duty to cary lively heart. Fact ia,
I'm of a sanguine temperament, and I
always look on the bright side, any
how"
"Weren't you set out of house on
Croghan street for non payment of
rent ?" asked the officer looking at her
more closely.
"Same womsn-same family" she
laughed. 81 had more fun oyer that
than you could carry on freight train.
Three of the children were sick, the
old man out of work, the dog lost, the
cat under the weather with cramps,
and none of us knew what to do.
However.
"The sun may be shining tomorrow,
Although it is cloudy to-day.
and sat down on the old cook stove
and laughed till cried"
81 think saw you at the Poor-mas-
ter's Office he observed.
"And that was another good joke
ON Snyder" she grinned. eyes, I
went around there and asked for Mo.
cha coffee, granulated sugar, seedless
raislns, Worcestershire sauce, pastry
-four and A coal, and you ought to
have seen the old man go down in his
boots! got some taters and meat and
wood, and some of the folks were put
out to hear me singing:
"Thc wolf OF starvation she winkcd at me-
By-by-tra-la,
But married a Duke with fortunes three.
Fc-fO-fumr'
"Do you fight with your husband
very often ?" he asked.
Well, that depends. He's of a bill
lious temperament, and you can't bet
on him. Some days he'll come in as
meek as lamb, and smile sweetly as
l kick his hat of: Again he'll come
rushing in, bang the children around
kick over chairs and dare me to moye
an ear. Them's glorious times them
is! You just ought to see maternal
affection and mop. handle muscle COM
binc and go for that old autocrat of
the shovel and wheelbarrow! Idon't
have any backing and don't want
any. These sanguinc tcmpermcnts
never 60 in except to win."
"You have been arrested for dis.
turbing the peace, haven't you? ?"
"The same I have, and were you
there? 1 walked out before the des.i
in Lady Audly style you know, wiped
a tear from my pearly eye, and the
way flung law, domestic happiness
muscular rdevelopement,mo love-
conjugal affection and Western enter.
prise at His Honor made his hair
stand up. He told me to 60, and ]
laughed all the way home. My hus'
band sat here, wiping away crocodile
tears and telling the children I'd been
sent to Saratoga for my health, when
/ bounced in and had him hollerine
for mercy in less than two minutes.
| so we won't go nome Till morning
Till daylight does appear.
"WelI, guess you'll get along, "said
the officer, as he went down the steps
"Don't you bet won't" !" she replied,
standing in the door. eve haven't a
stick of wood, and nothing to eat but
loaf OF bread, while the rent is two
months overdue but am of a san
guine temperament, you know. If we
don't strike streak of luck tonight
we'll have dry old meal and another
fight ~ the morning, but luck has got
to come some day. Destiny is destiny.
and this old calico dress has got to do
me till snow flies, but
There's many hard up fam-i-lee-
There's many who want tor bread;
| But Pm a sandy, sanguine, cheerful wife.
Who'll never give up till dead"
| eff you hear tussle in here this
evening don't interfere. I've got q
handful of snuff all ready for the old
mans eyes, and it'll nearly kill me to
see him feeling around for club with
one hand and digging his eyes with
the other. Well, tra-la."-L Detroit
Free Press.
HE COULDN'T DRINK WINE.
There was a noble youth who, on
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