Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1894-05-09
POOLING HIS WIFE.
A Crafty Husband Who Makes the Most of
His Luck and SAYS Nothing.


'By Jove! forgot to order that meat"
cried man with a new spring suit and a
natty derby hat as he stepped on an "owl"
car on the North Clark street line at 5
o'clock last Sunday morning He was a
night railroad man and had just finished
his eight hours Of toll.
MAUD told me to order some meat for
our Sunday dinner when | left the house
yesterday afternoon to go to the races" he
explained to a friend who lived in Erie
street as the car started north under the
bright rays of the sun just rising out of the
lake. II haven't thought of it since, and
when get home and she learns we are to
have no meat for dinner she will dress me
down beautifully. She says men don't
know anything about marketing anyhow,
and I guess she's right. Well, my head
was filled with horses yesterday. How
could think about ordering meat?"
When the car had rolled along beside
Lincoln park, green from recent rains, as
far as Center street, q man emerged from
the trees carrying large string of perch,
whose scales, fresh from the water, shone
like disks of FURNISHED silver. The fisher
man took a seat in the car, laying his still
wriggling beauties on the floor.
"Pshawr' exclaimed the railroad man
under his breath, "if I hadn't stopped car
rying more than fare to keep myself
from buying cigars could get out of my
scrape now. Maud is fond of perch. Why,
she suggested that get some for dinner
today, if could find fresh ones. Obi for
quarter to buy some of these!'
Limits! Fer's we g-o-o-op' bawled the
conductor as the ramshackle car stopped
at the end of its journey.
The fisherman picked up his string and
started slowly up Clark street. The rail-
~ toI
on the deniZens from the lake
Fine lot of perch you have there" OBJ
served the railroad man, catching up with
the fisherman.
yep
"Wher'd you catch them?"
"Out on de new pier"
"Why, you must have eight or ten pounds
there?"
Ten pound! WY, man, dere's 25 eff
dere's one. BEST heft dat string, will you?"
"WelIl Well! l should say there was
25 pounds there" said the railroad man as
he lifted the wrigglers. Then IL thought
struck him, and he smiled. why, hate
to see you carrying SO much when Pm not
carrying anything" he ventured suavely.
Here, slip my cane through that string
loop and let me carry half the load for
you"
The strange companions walked silently
side by side, the tails of the lowest fish
trailing line of water drops along the
sidewalks. At Belmont avenue the fisher
man broke the silence.
''Dis is where l turns off. Afore l go l
wonders eff you won't take some of desc
fish fer helping a Teller, Dey's good eatin."
"Well, my dear fellow" replied the rail
road man, really, l didn't expect to be
favored"
Den YOU wants some?"
"Why. yes. My wife is exceedingly fond
of perch
The fisherman counted out 10and showed
signs of stopping, when the railroad man
observed in a deprecatory manner:
Don't rob yourself, my dear fellow"
Then the fisherman strung 10 more on tie
Irvine he had cut for the purpose.
"Oh, George, dear!' Grid Maud at din
ner. you are the best kind of a husband.
You were SO thoughtful to set just what I
have been dying for. Twenty lovely perchl
You shall have kiss for every one eat"
And the hypocrite never told-Chicago
Tribune.