Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1877-08-18

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Cincinnati Enquirer.
A Picture OF Domestic Happiness
by n Lovely and Loving Couple.
The other evening a policeman
was informed that a resident of La
fayette street 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 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:
"Hellop Did you hear of the
racket ?"
81 heard that you We're being
murdered" he replied.
"Oh, pshaw! 1t was merely a
lively little set-to between the old
man and myself. We have lots OF
lem. | don't always come out sec
ond-best, as did this time, bat it's
all right"
'sIf a body meet body
Coming thro' the rye"
81 should think it would be awful
to live this way" remarked the of
ticer, as he glanced around ut the
many proof. of poverty.
so, 90 longp she smiled. "We
can't all be dukes and duchesses,
and there's no use trying. Pve got
six children around the house, and
it's my duty to carry lively heart.
Fact is, Pm of a sanguine tempera-
ment, and | always look on the
bright side anyhow"
"Weren't you set out of a house
on CrOgham street for non-payment
of rent ?" asked the officer, looking
at her more closely.
"Same WOman-Same family"
she laughed. al had more fun over
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,
II Is tiOuOlN No-tldN
And / sat down on the old cook
stove and laughed till l cried"
81 think | saw you at the Poor
masters Office" he observed.
''And that was another good joke
on Snyder" she grinned. eyes, |
went around there and asked for
Mocha coffee, granulateds sugar, seed
n 11sn
pastry -four and A coal, and you
ought to have seen the old man go
down in his boots / got some TIA
tiers, and meat and wood, and some
of the folks were put out to hear me
singing
The wolf of starvation she winked at me,
By-by, tra-la
But married a duke with fortunes three,
Fe, 70, FUN -
"Do you fight with your husband
very often ?" he asked.
"Well, that depends. He's of a
bilious temperament, and you can't
bet on him Some day he'll come
in as meek as a lamb, and smile
sweetly as 4 kick his hat off. Again
he'll come rushing in, bang the chill
dren around, kick over the chairs,
and dare me to move an ear. Them's
glorious old times, them is! You
Just ought to see maternal affection
and mOp-handle muscle combine
and 90 for that old autOcrat of the
shovel and wheelbarrow! L don't
have any backing, and l don't want
any. These Sanguine temperaments
never go in except to win"
"YOu have been arrested for dis
turbing the peace, haven't you"
"The same, | have, and were you
down there? l walked out before
the desk in Lady Audley style, you
know, wiped a tear from my pearly
eye, and the way | flung law, do
mestic happiness, muscular devel-
Opment, mothers love, cOniugal af-
lection and western enterprise at his
Honor made his hair stand up. He
told me to go, and laughed all the
way home. My husband sat there,
Wiping away crocodile tears, and
telling the children I'd been sent to
Saratoga for my health, when |
bounced in and had him holIering
for mercy in less than two minutes.
Sc. we won't go home till, morning
Till daylight does appear"
"WeIl, / guess you'll get along"
said the officer as he went down the
steps.
Don't you bet | wOn'tn she re-
piled, standing in the door. eve
haven't a stick of wood, and moth
ing to eat but a loaf of bread, while
the rent is two months overdue, but
lam Ota Sanguine temperament you
know. If we don't strike a streak
of luck tonight, We'll have a dry
old meal and another fight in 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 for bread;
But I'm a sandy, sanguine, cheerful wife,
Who'll never give up till dead"
eff you hear a tussle in here this
evening, don't interfere. I've got a
handful of snuff all ready for the old
mans eyes, and it'll nearly kill me
to see him feeling around for a club
with one hand and digging his eyes
with the other. Well, tra-la !'-
Detroit Free Press.
4 Dog that Didn't Live for Nothing.
4 well known Memphis coal
dealer, not long since, had a big dog
of wonderful sagacity. He(the dog
stayed around the coal yard, and
whenever n coal cart was hauled on
l.. i In 4,
stand under the wagon like a coach
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