Morning journal and courier., 1886-03-22
He Told His Love.

! l While Hoppleboffer was waiting his turl to be shaved in Clark street barber shop the other day, he picked up newspaper 1 and the first thing his eye landed upon wa 1 this:
 "No matter how busy a man may be ht l should find time every day to tell his wife that he loves her." Hoppleboffer dropped the paper and went to musing on the golden past. Visions o1 beauty fitted before him and made hin sigh that the wheels of time should whirl SC rapidly. Once more he was a young man living hope and six dollars a week sparkling his wife, and swearing to love hel until the mountains sank into the sea. One by one the buried years were resurrected and the joys and sorrows of each were dwelt upon. Just then the barber shouted "Next! and Hoppleboffer reused up with start and got into the chair.
 The man of garb said it was a nice day, but Hoppleboffer needed him not
 The towel went under his chin and the father went over his face, and the sable who bent over him intimated that it looked good deal like Tain, but Hoppleboffer was too deep in thought to heed him.
 So the barber lathered and scraped him in silence, and Hoppleboffer went right OF with his musing.
 He was trying to remember the last time he had told his wife that he loved her.
 He couldn't do it.
 But. after long mental tussle, he made up his mind that he would do better in the future, and b1urted out:
 "Pll do it! I will, by Georgel''
 GSWhat'S hot ir15 coli +ba horb ping suddenly, with his razor in the air.
 Hoppleboffer blushed through the lather and said it didn't matter. He had been 1um- mating on the newspaper paragraph and was resolved that he would put his teach ings into actual practice from that day for ward.
 He would turn over new leaf, and make his wife's heart bound with joy. He would tell her that she was dear to him. and watch the roses bloom in her cheeks again
 The thought was delicious, and made him feel as though he had money in every pocket.
 Let us see how the old man prospered in the undertaking.
 When Hoppleboffer got home his wife had just been having a noisy matinee with the hired girl about something that hadn't been done to suit her, and she was just about mad enough to leave the prints of her teeth in cold iron.
 OuS OOuuCco 1uLO Gu0 slIllIS-IOOlu JuSG dS he entered, and threw herself into a chair with an emphasis that made the windows rattle and broke spring in the upholstery
 Hoppleboffer was too much taken up with his new idea to notice her excitement, so he walked up to her side, chucked her softly un- der the chin, and, as he stopped to kiss her, said quite tenderly:
 'My dear, I love you."
 'Simon Henry!" said she, in tones as cheerless as the dumping of a load of coal F'don't be fool!''
 "But, my dear"
 "Don't you dare to dear me. You've been drinking again. On, you old repro though hadn't trouble enough already, but that you must"
 "You're mistaken, my love- T."
 ''Not another word!' exclaimed the excited woman, with snapping eyes, she stamped her foot. "You're beast; that's just what you are! A good-for-nothing, drunken beast!'
 Hoppleboffer tried to slip his arm around her waist and pull her on his knee. She tore herself away from him and grabbed a chair, which she raised in a threatening man. her, as she shouted:
 Keep away from me, you nasty sot, or you'll get hurt"
 "I'm not drunk, my dear"
 "You are."
 'I ain't-I haven't tasted drop"
 "Whats the matter with you then! Ain't you got no sense at all?
 ''Why don't you let me tell you
 ''TeIl me what?"
 "I hat love you.''
 'ttStop right there! I don't wo7' any more of thae1 You make me -sok. 1 won't let you nor s~,y vtl1o- hald-headed old idiot make fun of me to my face. Go right over to the grocery this minute, aud get me beefsteak for supper."
 .1oIoo l r,oTlt out, with his heart beating with 8 dragging motion.