Mexico weekly ledger., 1877-06-21
THE R BUTTON.
H~oUsEw1FERY THAT NEARLY WRECKED
HAPPY MARRIAGE.

AooAiS Sh~AASy v Ao"NA -
about a month ago, and when he came
back from his wedding tour he and
his prety little wife, Emma, took
possession of a charming fiat up town.
Early one evening" after they
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 theatre.
The woman assented, and both began
to amend their toilets. In a few mo-
ments Charley said: darling, l am
sorry to trouble you; but really l
think l shall be obliged to have to ask
you to sew a button on this shirt"
Course; why not?" said Emma,
delighted at Il chance to show her
skill. She took the garment, seated
herself, and said: Il can't remem-
Der for the life of me where 1 put those
buttons. Charley, look in that box
and see if you can find one"
Charley looked in the box which
was a cas of perfume bottles, and
not finding the desired article, con-
ciuded he would not bother Emma
for further information, so he pulled a
button from another shirt.
Snow Charley" said Emma, "look
in the top bureau-drawer and get me
a paper Of needles and a spool of
white-cotton--be sure to get the white
cotton"
Charley found in the top bureau
drawer a copy of Tennyson-he re-
membercd it well, and picked it up,
and looked at the marginal marks and
comments, dear af~fectionate little girl
that she was!-and more perfume
bottles, and a pattern of a Flor de Flu
mer overskirt, and the beginning of Il
sOfa-cushiOn, and various other things
but no needle or cotton. Then he re-
membered that he had a fancy ''house-
wife, that he had bought from a lit
tie girl at d fair, and he got needles
cotton out of that.
Z" Thank you, DEAR" said Emma,
and she began to stitch vigorously,
humming a dreamy Italian air. Pres
emily she said: oh Charley, won't
you bring me the scissors" l think
they're in my writing desk: 1 had
them them there to-day cutting a poem
out of a paper"
The scissors were not in the writing
desk, nor on the mantel, nor in the
top bureau drawer, SO Charley drew
on his " housewife" again. Emma
took the scissors, shipped the the
thread and exclaimed, There dar-
ling, and now make haste, or we
shall be late"
Charley wriggled into TIE garment,
and then put up his hand to the but
ton band at the back, but no button
was there.
Why, En-" he cried, where in
thunder did you sew that button OH
this shirt.
"Oh Charley, amt you ashamed"
exclaimed his wife. ''Where are your
eyes!"
" If they Were in the back of my
head" answered Charley, :" perhaps
l could see that button"
Emma raised herself on her tiptoes
and looked at the band.
:. Why that's strange!' said she.
Take it off and let me look at it, my
dear"
The shirt WAS inspected thoroughly
and the button was found neatly and
deity sewed on just beneath the tag
of the shirt-bossom so as to button to
that a~ppendage i'll the most elegant
manner.
well, by Jove," exclaimed Char
ley, ''If l didn't know any more about
sewing on a button than that, l never
would have got mar-I'd learn
how"
"'You were going TO say you would
not have got married." cried his wife,
putting ON her hat hastily and burst
ing into tears.
:. Where are you going!' demand
ed Charley, savagely.
I'm going home, and III get a
separation from you and your old
shirts; that's where I'm going"
blubbered Emma. Il thought you
wanted the button there to fasten
your INTERPRETATIONS"
1t took Charley an hour to persu-
AIDE Emma. that if she went home
there wouldn't be strawberries and
she could all she wanted at Delemoni-
co.'s and he'd pay for it.
AN INJURED TRAVELLER.
A man dressed in good clothes, an
eye-glass and a gold mounted cane,
and possessing a rather clerical APP
pearance, hailed a passing street-car.
There was nothing unusual or particu-
larry noticeable in this, except the air
of lofty dignity with which he COM