The Wadsworth dispatch. [volume] (Wadsworth, Nev.) 1892-1899, 1894-06-06
FOOLlNG HIS WIFE.
A Crafty Husband Who Makes the Most Of
His Luck and Says Nothing.

His Luck and says Nothing.
"By Jovel / forgot TO order that meat.'
cried a man with Il new spring suit and a
natty derby haf as lie stepped on an ''owl'
car on the North Clark street line at .
o'clock last Sunday morning. He was a
night railroad man aad had just finished
his eight hours Of toll.
MAUD tod me to order some meat for
our Sunday dinner when | left the house
yesterday afternoon to 90 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 nome 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 | guess she's right. Well, my head
was filed 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, a man emerged from
the trees carrying a 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.
"Pshawl" exclaimed the railroad nan
under his breath, 'if / hadn't stopped car
rying more han car 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 a
quarter to buy some of these!'
'Liniitsl Fer's we g-o-o-or' bawled the
conductor as the ramshackle car stopped
at the end of it's journey.
The fisherman picked up his string and
started slowly up Clark street. The rail
road man followed closely, his eyes riveted
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 OF de new pier"
why, you must have eight or ten pounds
there?'
'Ten poundi Wy, man, dere's 25 eff
dere's one. Best heft dat string, will your"
"WeIl! WE'LL | should say there was
25 pounds there" said the railroad man as
he lifted the wrigglers. Then a thought
struck him, and he smiled. "Why, l hate
to see you carrying SO much when I'm 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 a 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
wonder ef you won't take some of desc
fish fer helping u Teller. Dey's good ea.in.''
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 the
twine he had cut for the purpose.
"Oh, George, dearl'' cried Maud at din
ner, you are the best kind of a husband.
You were SO thoughtful to get just what I
have been dying for. Twenty lovely perchl
You shall rave a kiss for every one l eat"
And the hypocrite never told.-Chicago