Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1888-10-18

fine."
Then, sir, ! envy you," commented
the stranger, with sigh.
When Dusenberry arrived at home
with his parcels he could not make his
Boosting good. In fact he had made a
terrible mess out OF his errand. His
memory played him falsely in every
instance. His wife tried to be patient
over it all, but she couldn't. There
wasn't grace enough to offset the prove
cation.
"What have you here?" she asked,
catching at large package. Hazel
nutsP / didn't order any,"
"Iguess they are nutmegs, my DEAR"
Dusenberry said.
"NutmegsP" she almost screamed.
''How manyp"
Give pounds"
"Oh, you simpleton! Five pounds OF
nutmegs! | told you to bring three
ounces"
ibid you, my dearP Well, thought
there were a good many nutmegs, and
they cost dreadfully."
whats thisp" she asked. IA yard
of sateen. told you five yards OF
satin. This is of no earthly use to me.n
Cant you make bathing suit Of
itP" Dusenberry family asked, SO "rat-
tled'' that he really meant it.
Her proportions were none of the
most insignificant, and SO she frowned
dercely upon him.
II don't see the Lyons velvet" she
said. mo doubt you forgot itP"
Maria, l didn't forget any thing.
They hadn't any,"
What! hadn't anyP"
"Yes, Maria. Lyons was dead or
had gone out of business, or some
thing OF the kind the clerk said"
''Oh, Dusenberryr' groaned she.
How can you get off such an out
rageous yarn like thatP Sakes alive,
man, what do you call thisp"
1T is hair-pin, isn't it, my dearp"
Zone big, ungainly, horrid-looking
hair-pin! Oh, you parsimonious
wretch! What do | want with one
hair-pin? The clerk must have thought
you daft"
You said should bring you coarse
hair-pin, Maria"
II didn't
my dear, lot us not quarrel-but l
distinctly remember that you did"
Nonsense, Dusenberry. You've got
the worst memory of any man l ever
knew. told you to write it all down,
but you wouldn't told you to bring
me gross OF hair-pins Not one
coarse hair-piu, but twelve dozen OF
them"
ooh, I see," Dusenberry said, as he
rubbed the end of his nose. ''Gross,
coarse; gross, twelve dozen. 1t wasn't
q slip of tho memory, my dear. 1t was
merely miscomprehension."
His wife found fault with every pur-
chase, and he felt deeply Inundated,
and all the more so when he recalled
his boastful speech to the stranger.
The last article unwrapped was bot
tie of castor oil.
us this for yourselfp" she asked.
my dear, replied he; ''you
told me to bring castor OIL"
'.Dusenberry, didn't"
Maria, shall insist that you did.
It's the last package, and surely one
out of the lot ought to be right. I'm
Trying my best, my near, to be patient,
but"
You're trying to be patient! Oh,
Lor! I've two or three bottles of castor
oil in the house. l don't want any,
and didn't tell you to bring any,"
MY dear, am willing to swear that
you did," persisted Dusenberry. you
must allow me to depend somewhat
upon my memory. regret that it has
narrowed down to question of veraci-
ty between us, and I'll try to be
patient 1t was the last order you
gave me. ] had already reached the
. street; you were in the doorway; you
said to me-
YES, Dusenberry, | remember"
"Ah, l knew you would. You had
me down in the dust, but now | feel
correspondingly elated. No doubt
most of the other orders
YES, YOU idiot, rememberl We we're
standing where you say we were.
did not say, bring bottle of castor
OIL lsaid. bring me bottle of oil for
tho CASTOR"
That's so, Maria" admitted Dusen-
berry, as limp-looking as dish-cloth.
I'm down in the dust again, my
dear; but may be it's good place 70 r
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