Connecticut western news., 1883-06-13
disease and remorse such position
TOO CARELESS.

really is.
 TOO CARELESS.
 Another army officer is in trouble. This one stands good chance of being court martialed for procuring divorce from his wife without her knowledge. Even army officers should remember that when they want to get divorce from their wives, they ought to speak to them about it, so as to have no hard feelings engendered. Perhaps, had this officer had the presence of mind to mention the subject to his wife, she would have gladly consented.
 WHAT DUDE DISCOVERED.
 '' What is dynamite, mother ?" asked young Diamondstud, looking up from his morning paper, in which he had been reading the news from Ireland.
 Dynamite, my son, is very danger ous kind of powder"
 ooh, yes know what it is, then 1; I got a lot of it on the lapel of my dress coat last night, while dancing with her, and it almost ruined it." IN SLEEPING CAR.
 The passengers in the sleeping car had retired some half hour since, and were just going off into their first maps, when the voice of a woman was heard above the noise of the cars and the rattle of the tempest. "How the wind blows " it exclaimed. Every passenger heard the voice, gave snort of dissatisfaction and turned over. Just as everybody had got half-asleep, again came the plaint, "How the wind blows P Again the shorts of displeasure were heard, and again each passenger turned over. All was quiet for perhaps ten minutes. Then third time came that monotonous remark, "How the wind blows !' An elderly gentleman in one of the centre berths stuck his head through the dra- pery of his couch and courteously re- marked, "My dear madam, we are all under great obligations to you for your meteorological observations, but did you eyer~know of wind that didn't blow ?' A suppressed cachinnation meandered through the .1car, and then all was quiet. ...
 THE WIDOW MALoNEY's DUCKS.
 The Washington .Stdr tells us this duck s6ry;
 Last Monday evening, after the storm, a few citizens who met in a store on Seventh street were discussing its effects, and a young son of the Emerald Isle, who resides in Swamwoodle, was asked whether any damage was done in his neighborhood.
 "No, ,"~ITI pglied, "only the widdy Malor ;110sCt40fve av her ducks.
 'sB Beaase hail ?"
 "YIysy the bail. The widdy has an onld dtieae%zsSs5u moind, wid brood av seven, just out about ten days. Whin the storm cgty expthe ould mother duck tux her yoaaHHgsters in under porch, out of harms way. We'll, when the hail dropped she tux it for corn, and com mcnced to ate it, and the little vans did the same, and foive of the dear little ducks were frozen to death wid the hail on their stomachs."
 | GENEvIEvE. | courted Geneveve, comedy maid;
 My love was hot, and yet gentle fear Did all my trembling bones and stammering
 tongue pervade,
 When she, my worshiped Genevieve was near, Oh coward man, to fear maiden so
 Oh, foolish craven holding love so dear Oh wretch unwise, to treat with such foe
 Trembling, forsooth, when Genevive was near I married Genevieve, stalwart wife;
 My love hath cooled, and still, agenerous fear Doth permeate my troublous matrimonial life
 When she, my vigorous Genevieve, is near. Sagacious man, respecting woman so
 I'm on my knees when she is on her car And meekly through the gloom of welded life
 Igo,
 Trembling, alas when Genevieve is near. -DenUer Tribune.