Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1881-11-19

l should have obtained . divorce
long ago, aud you wonld find it verY
hard to fool another woman, sir. It's
very lucky for you, Mr.. Breezy, that
am possessed of q christian aud for
bearing spirit. Now, Mr.. Breezy, you
will tell me this news Is you call it
at once, or change the subject for
ever"
"The days and nights have spent
in trying to outwit that miserable
Breezy. "But his goose is cooked
now"
"Mr. Breezy. stop this nonsense
aud eat your dinner," SAID Mrs.
Breezy, digging spoon viciously
into the mashed potatoes.
"Mrs. Breezy have obtained the
nomination." said Mr.. Breezy, briug-
ing the handle OF his knife down on
cxpectantly toward his wife.
"Well, what is that7" asked Mrs.
Breezy, Indignantly. "Why don't
you talk 80 that / can understand
you2 2"
Why I'm nominated. Tm going to
rum" said Mr.. Breezy.
"That amt any surprise to me, Mr..
Breezy. You are continually rum
ming from something and getting out
of the way when you are wanted,"
said Mrs. Breezy.
"You don't understand, DEAR" said
Mr.. Breezy. "Pm going to run for
Office"
"You have run for your office .
good many times oefore this" said
ra /
to squeeze . dollar or 80 out Of you
for the family. That's nothing new"
81 see l shall have to be more OK
plicit," said Mr.. Breezy, gazing with
shade Of compassion upon his wife.
81 am going to run for q political
office"-
"No, you're not" said Mrs. Breezy,
comprehendiug with indignation her
husband's words. t'No husband Of
mine shall ever do that"
"You don't mean to say, dear, that
you will oppose me In gaining this
honor :" asked Mr.. Breezy in dismsy.
"But do," SAID Mrs. Breezy. 81
know what it means better than you
do, Mr.. Breezy. Do you suppose I
could ever hold up my head if l had
hush md stuck up before the public
as q candidate for . miserable politi-
cal Officer How would I feel to see
your picture stuck around on all the
fences, and plastered ON great glsring
transpsrencies? l did think you had
more self-respect, but l don't know
why 1 should. Your tastes have al
ways tended toward losfers aud
saloons, and now you want to become
a political pauper. An underling of
some bloated gin drinking, political
hummer. Mr.. Breezy, this is indeed
the last straw. You may choose be.
tween your wife and this-this nsmi.
nation, as you call it, and you will do
80 at once, Mr.. Breezy"
"But, dear, you do not understand" !"
said Mr.. Breezy. "You have q false
idea o."
"On the contrary" said Mrs.
Breezy, II have only too correct an
idea Of whore you would drag your
self aud family"
"But Pm nominated for alderman. ~
said Mr.. Breezy.
"It doesn't make any difference
what the Office is," said Mrs. Breezy,
"They all lead to perdition and the
devil. Choose, Mr.. Breezy" his wife
continued, "between ruin and the
love of q dutiful wife who refuses.
sir. to be dragged into poverty and
disgrace"
i "My dear, we will talk about this
another time"
"No, we will not" said Mrs.
Breezy. (Which shall it be :"
! "Well, dear, of course, I-but think
Of how l have WORKED" said Mr.,
Breezy. "You do not wish to crush
out my ambition forever p"
81 do if it leads you into those hor.
rid politics." said Mrs. Breezy. tap.
ping the table nervously with her
fork.
"Crushed," said Mr.. Breezy, at
tempting Q emile, but succeeding
very indifferently.