"I am afraid your husband is beyond help. I can hold out no hope of his recovery."
This candor was offensive to the patient, who protested with what violence was permitted by a very scanty breath:
"Here, hold on! What are you gittin' at? I ain't a-goin' to snuff out!"
The wife interposed in a soothing voice:
"You leave it to the doctor, dearie—he knows best."
REVOLUTION
At a reception given by the Daughters of the Revolution in New York City appeared a woman from one of the Latin-American States. She wore a large number of decorations and insignia. It was explained that she was a Daughter of all two hundred and thirty-eight revolutions in her own country.
REWARD OF MERIT
A very tidy young man was distressed by his wife's carelessness in attire at home. He was especially annoyed by a torn skirt, which his wife was forever pinning and never mending. Being a tidy man, he had acquired some skill with a needle in his bachelor days. With the intention of administering a rebuke to his wife, he set to work on the skirt during her absence and sewed it up neatly. When, on her return home, he showed her what he had done, she was touched and kissed him tenderly. Soon she left the room, to return with an armful of garments.
"Here are some more for you, darling," she announced happily. "Don't hurry. Just do them whenever you have time."