The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1877-06-13

Young Charley Oyerblower married
about Il month ago, and Wnen he came
back from his weddmg-tOur he and his
pretty little wife, Emma, took posses
sion of a charming liJlle fat 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 ME Jheater. The
little woman assented, and both began
to amend their toilets. In a few mo-
ment3 Charley said:
"Darling, am sorry to trouble you;
but really | think shall be Obliged to
have to ask you " sew Il button on this
shirt"
"Ot course; why not?" said Emma, de-
lighted AT chance 10 show her skill.
She took the garment, seated herself,
and said: Il can't remember, for the
life of me, where | put those 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 he
would not bother Emma for 1urtner in
formation, SO he pulled "a button from
another shirt.
"NOw, Charley" said Emma, 'looE in
the top bureau-draWer and get me a
paper OF needles and spool of white
cotton-be sure to get the white cotton -
Charley found in the top bureau
drawer u copy OF Tennyson-ne remeM-
bered 1T well, and picked it up anu
looked at the marginal marks and COM
ments, dear, atfectionate little girl that
she Was!-and more perfume bottles,
and pattern or IL Flor de Fumar over
skirt, and The beginning of a sofa.
cush on, ana various other things, but
no needle or cotton. Then he remem-
bered that he had fancy "hUusewife''
that he had bought from a girl AT Gair.
and he got needles and cotton out ui
that.
"rhank you, DEAR" said Emma; and
she began w stitch vigorously, nummlng
Il dreamy Italian air. Presently she
said: 80, Charley, won't you bring me
the scissors! | THINK they're in my VIII
ing.desk. | had them there to-day cut
Ting POEM out OF paper"
The SCISSORS were not in the writing
desk, nor on the mantel, nor in the top
ureau-drawer, nor i'll the case of per-
fume bottles, nor even in the hair re-
ceiyer, so Charley drew on his ''Aous e.
wife" again. Emma took the scissors,
shipped the thread, and exclaimed,
"Ihere, darling! and now MAKE haste,
or we shall be late"
Charley wriggled into the garment,
and then put w MS hands to button the
band az the back, but no button was
there.
"Why, Em.," he cried, "where in thun.
der did you sew on that button?"
son, Charley, amt you ashamed p"
exclaimed his wife. "W here are your
eyes?'
elf they were in the back my head"
answered Charley, perhaps could see
that button"
Emma raised herself on her tiptoes
and looked at the band.
"Wby, that's strangew said she.
"Take it off and let me look at it,"
The shirt was inspected Thoroughly.
and the button was found neatly and
deftly seWed on just beneath the Tag of
the suirt-bosom so as to button that
appendage in most elegant manner,
'WelI, by JoVe," exclaimed Charley.
'sif didn't know any more about sew.
ing on button than that, l wouldn't
get mar-Pd learn how."
You were going to say you wouldn't
have got married." cried his vile. mn.
ting on her hat hastily and bursting into
tears.
"Where are you goingw demanded
Charley savagely.
''l'm going home, and I'll get sepa-
ration from you and your old shirts;
that's where Pm golng," blubbered
Emma. y thoughtyou wanted the but