The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1894-03-22
THE DOUBLE POSTAL CARD.
An Explanation offered, But Accepted
With Reservation.

accepted
With Reservation.
A pretty woman and fine looking
man were seated together in the Cen
tral station the other afternoon. He
was going away and she had come
down to see him off. The doorman
called his train and he rose to go.
NOV, jim" she said, you will be
sure to write to me the minute you
get there, won't you?''
Certainly" said Jim.
'Be sure, now" she said again, as
he was about to pass out into the
traln-shed 81 shall be so anxious un-
til | hear that you got there safe
Jim arrived at his destination, which
was Detroit. He did what business he
had to do and then he went out to see
some of his friends. He hadn't been
IN the city long when he thought of
his promise to his wife, and he took a
postal card out of his pocket and wrote
to her. He said that he had arrived
safely, was having good time and all
that sort of thing and told her when
to expect him home. He dropped the
card into mailbox and put himself in
the hands of his friends.
At the end of three days Jim returned
home. He went to the store and left
his grip and then he went home. His
wife met him at the door.
Hello" said Jim.
She said nothing.
"Well,' said Jim, as he took off his
overcoat, this isn't the kind of greet.
ing expected"
Still his wife said nothing.
What's the matter?' inquired Jim,
anxiously.
His wife glared at him. 81 thought
you were going to write to me when
you got to Detroit?''
Why Jim replied, 81 did write to
you sent you a nice long message
on postal card. Didn't you get it?"
Mice long message, was it?''
Certainly. / wrote you just little
while after l got there. Didn't any
Gomez"
80, yes and there was dangerous
glitter in the wife's eyes. II got the
postal card all right
Jim felt relieved. "Then what are
you kicking about?" he asked.
His wife took card out of her pocket
and held it towards him, address side
out. WAS this the card?" she asked.
Jim looked at the writing. 1t was
little straggly for him, but he recog-
nized it. YES" he asserted, that's
the card.''
What did you say?" inquired his
wife, still clutching the postal card.
Jim settled back in his chair and
thought hard 81 said L had arrived
all right, he finally began, "and that
had met some of the boys and was
having a good time, and that 1 was
coming home to-day and that you
should take good care of yourself and
the babies"
Said all that, did you?" asked his
wife in cold, hard voice.
. Certainly did. You've got the card
and can read it there, can't you?''
She looked hard at the back of the
card. Il don't see anything like that
here" she said after studying it for
moment
''Quit your joking with me-" said
Jim, who was beginning to get bit
anxious, land let me see that card"
He grabbed it out of his wife's hand
and turned it over.
There wasn't word of writing on
the back of it!
''Now, there's a sample of hard
luck" said Jim, when he was telling
about it. 81 went up to Detroit and
behaved myself. was quiet as dea-
con all the time l was there. didn't
drink thing, and yet it viii take the
greatest game of talk ou ever heard
to make that little woman think l
wasn't oroide and wrote the address on
the front of that card and forgot to
write anything on the back of it,
well, did you write anything on
the back of it?' asked friend.
Certainly did. wrote on a card,
but l had two of them in my pocket
and they stuck together. The address
was on one and the note on the other.
The one with the address came through
all right, of course, but the note is
floating around somewhere between
here and the dead-letter Office and |
get the worst of it at home and all be-
cause two of those dod-gasted postal
cards stuck together. If that amt a
hoodoo game, don't want a cent
Buffalo Express.