The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1877-07-24
nEn sANGUuNE TE1pERnENT.


The other evening a policeman was
informed that resident OF Lafayette
street East was killing his wife. This
is not an unusual thing for a husband
To do during these days OF pull-backs,
| tie-backs, get backs, back-ups and long
trails. but still the policeman made n
rush for the house. As he reached the
steps the wife had just finished wash
ing her bloody nose, and she greeted
him with the cheerful query:
"Hellol Did you hear Of the racket"
81 heard that you were being muir
dered, he replied.
"Ohl pshawl IL is merely n lively
little set-to between the old man and
myself. We have lots of'em. / don't
always come out second best, as / did
this time, but it's all right
II body meet body
COnlng thro the rye
81 should think il would be awful 10
live this way" remarked the officer, as
he glanced around at the many proofs
OF poverty.
"Oh, go longl' she smiled. 1--WE
can't all be Dukes aud Dukesses, aud
there's no use trying. I've got six
children around the house, and it's my
duty TO carry lively heart. Fact il,
I'm OF a sanguine temperament, and
always look ON the bright anyhow"
Weren't you set out OF house on
Crogham street for non-payment of
rent?" asked the officer, looking at her
more closely.
"Same woman--same family she
laughed. II had more fun over that
than You could carry on a freight train.
Three of the children were sick, the
old man ont of work, the dog lost, the
cat unler the weather with cramps, and
none OF us knew what TO do. How
ever,
The sun may be- shining tomorrow
Although 10 il cloudy to-day.
aud I sat down ON the old cook-stove
and laughed till cried
IL think | saw yOu at the Poormas-
ters office, he observed.
And that was another good Joke on
Snyder, she grinned. "Ies, | went
around there aud asked for Mocha cof-
fee, granulated sugar, seedless raisins,
Worcestershire sauce, pastry -four, and
A | coal, and You ought To have seen
the old man go down in his boots l
got some taters and meat and wood.
aud some of the folks were put out 10
hear me singing:
The wolf OF starvation she winkcd at me
By-by-tTa.lai
But married Duke with fortunes three,
fe-fO-fum,
''Do you fight with your husband
very often?" be asked.
well, that depends. He's Of bill
ious temperament, and you can't bet on
him. Some days he'll come in as meek
az lamb, and smile sweetly as | kick
ed his hat of Again he'll come rush
ing IN, bang the children around, kick
over chairs, and dare me 10 move an
ear. Them's glorious old tines You
Just ought 10 see maternal affection
and mop handle muscle combine and go
for that old autocrat Of the shovel and
! don't have any back
ing, and don't want any. These san
guIne temperaments never go in except
to win.
"You have been arrested for disturb
ing the peace, haven't you?'
"rhe same, | have, and were you
down there? ] walked out before the
desk in Lady Audley style, you know,
wiped tear from my pearly eye, aud
the way flung law, domestic happi-
ness, muscular development. mothers
love, coBlugal affection, and Western
enterprise at his Honor made his hair
stand up. He told ma 10 GO, and i
laughed oil the way home. Ny hus-
band sat here, wiping away crocodile
tears and telling the children I'd been
sent 10 Saratoga for my health, when !
bounced IN and had him hollering for
moray IN loss than two rpfputae
50 We won't go home tIl morning
Till daylight does appear.
"Well, guess youll get along"
said the officer as he went down the /.
steps.
Don't you bet / won't" she replied, I
standing in the door. I'VE haven't
stick of wood. aud nothing 10 eat but .
a loaf OF bread, while the rent is two I
overdue, but | am of a san
guine temperament, you know. II we 1
don't strike a streak OF luck tonight /
we'll have a dry old meal aud another |
fight in the morning. but luck has got /
to come some day. Destiny is destiny, I
aud this old calico dress has got 20 do /.
me till snoS flies, but
There's many a hard up fam--iee
There's many who want Tor bread
But Tn a sandy, sanguinc cheerful wlfr, |
Who'll never give mp tlll dead
II you hear tussle in here this eve
ming don't interfere. I've got n hand /.
ful Of snuff all ready for the old mans /.
eyes, and it'll nearly kill me 90 see him I
foeling around for club with one hand /
aud digging his eyes with the other. - /.
Well. tra-la. "