The hired girl was out, and the kitchen dark.
The jealous wife took a few matches in her hand, and, hastily placing a shawl over her head, as the hired girl often did, entered the back door.
Immediately she was seized and kissed and embraced in an ardent manner.
With heart almost bursting, the wife prepared to administer a terrible rebuke to the faithless spouse.
Tearing herself away from his fond embrace, she struck a match and stood face to face with Patrick, the hired man.
My colored barber takes an affectionate interest in my personal appearance.
No doubt he knows how much depends on my presenting a handsome front while on the stage.
"Youh hair 'pears to be fallin' out, boss," he remarked, yesterday, while trimming my locks, "I reckons I kin save it.'"