The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-04-10
HOME FROM THE CLUB.

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sleepily around her. She was seated in
an easy chair drawn up close to a table,
upon which burned the soft glow of a
lamp. An open novel lay in her lap.
"Blcss me, I've fallen asleep over my
novel" she yawned. II declare it's most
provoking the way they write books now
adays, in hundred and odd numbers;
one forgcts all about the story when it
gets to be interesting"
During her soliloguy Mrs. Lully's eyes
mechanically wandered toward the
clock.
Gracious me, it's 2 O'Clock! And my
husbands not come home vet. Where
can he be? o! the old story, / suppo-e--
the club That's what he always says;
had his friend Brown to dine with him.
Nice place this club, and nice man this
Mr.. Brown, always taking my husband
from home. Scarcely married a year,
and this is the way he treats me. Con
verted into q veritable Watchdog"
Mrs. Lully's injured discourse was alb
rupty terminated by the sound of
latch-key being thrust into the lock of
the outer door.
"At last" she continued. "He thinks
me in bed and fast asleep, but he'll real.
iSe his mistake, the wretch A coniugal
lecture you'll have this night, Mr.. Simon
Lully, and if you have no more respect
for your wife than by coming home of
nights at such late hours, I'll leave you
in blissful solitude of your rare njoy-
ment," and while speaking the neglected
wife turned down the glmmer of the
lamp, and passed with it into an adjoin-
ing dressing-room. The suppressed
squeaks of creaky boots, and an occa-
sional stumble with heavy thud,
augured boisterous passage up the stair
way for Mr.. Simon Lully; in fact, a
wheeling sound of difficult breathing
and incoherent murmurings from the re-
gion of the stairs, proved beyond doubt
that Mr.. Lully was weathering a stormy
passage; but finally he managed to drop
anchor in the room his spouse had quit
ted, with the confused idea of having
accomplished difficult task
"Impenetrable as Erebus," exclaimed
Mr.. Lully, sitting on the floor in disor-
der, "and creaky Loots in the bargain
If there's disgusting domestic disa-
greeabIe, it's creaky boots! They're what
| call perpetual peripatetic nuisance
I'll take 'em off," Mr.. l.. proceeded tc
suit the action to his words, and finished
bv removing also his coat and vest and
throwing them across the room, trusting
them to alight on place Of safety from
the floor, a chair, table Or other portable
furniture.
"Phewl it's hotter than a bakers
oven," said Mr.. L., tugging at his neck
cloth, which had twisted around his neck,
and only became loosened by parting in
half at one Of his vigorous pulls. "Softly,
Simon, SOFTLY" he continued, cor you
will wake that cstlmable wife of yours,
bless er. She's fast asleep in the arms
of Morpheus, as Brown would say, and it
would be perfectly cruel to disturb her,
perfectly barbarous. think ] hear her
tomorrow morning asking with matri-
monial sternncss: Well sir, at--at what
hour did you come home last night% AT
II o'clock, my darling Letsy-Petsy,' says
l. | always make it a point to call her
darling when Pm in for it. ! wonder
where my slippers are? By-the-by, was
hate last night, and ] may as we'll put The
clock back; in case she makes the eternal
difference between it and my watch, it
will be in my favor. But where is the
clock? | can hear it tick, tick, but it's
so Internally dark | can't even see it's
white face. I'll give my wife to under
stand that hereafter | must have light
burning when | come home. They say
time fies-if 20, | had better be expe-
ditious and reach my couch before the
cock crows"
| After severe conclusion Of his head
with a leg of table and several thumps
on his lower extremities, Mr. l.. managed
to reach his ticking accuser' and turn its
accusative hand around
There, that's done, 80 I'll just find
my slippers and turn in"
In his endeavors to find his slippers the
unfortunate man was crawling around on
his hands and knees, when bright light
invaded the room, causing him to look
inquiringly up, and to his surprise he
saw Mrs. Lctitia Luliy, his better-half
standing in the doorway with lamp in
her hand.
"Can | be of any assistance to you, Mr.
LullyY she asked, sarcastically.
"Halloan exclaimed Mr.. Lully, un.
guardedly, falling in grotesque sitting
posture.
"Can assist you in your search@'
"What, not in bed yet, my dearest
duck-my own darling" cajoled Mr.
Lully.
Don't duck and darling me, sirl
don't intend on this occasion to be put
= off in that manner; | want to know, and
insist on knowing, where you passed the
night, sir, and in whose company"
But, my dar-"
"Whcre have passed the night?'
"The night, my love? Why, what arc
you dreaming of? Why, the cigar shoI
over the way IS open. The grocery store
was lighted up when came BY It,
only II o'clock, my dear docky; look at
the clock"
"Well, sir, do look at the clock, and
it says its half-past 3. Been tamperina
with the clock, too. 0, Mr.. LullyI"
"Mrs Lully, you will obIigc me by
placing that lamp on the table, and moi
stand in the attitude Of Lady Macbeth
while on her midnight mission to Dun
cans chamber to squelch out his vital
spark"
"Mr. LulIy, you're brute, That's
right, turn it of!'
Turn what off, my love~
"The subject Of my question"
"What question, ducky"
"Wherc have you pass d the night"
"At the club, my dear, with Brown"
"The clubW