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"So your husband always humiliates you when you take him to church
Sunday morning? What does he do--go to sleep and snore like my
unmannerly husband?"
"Oh; it's worse than that, I assure you. He gives himself away so
wretchedly."
"How is that?" asked the other, eagerly, for much as these ladies like
to run their husbands down, they seem to enjoy learning that there are
others still worse.
"Why, he always tries to sneak into church by the side door," was the
disgusted reply.
I assure you I had reason to believe that man's home did not have much
attraction for him.
Between New York and Philadelphia I ran across an old acquaintance,
seated with a stranger who appeared to have a great affection for him.
He kept an arm on the seat back of my old friend Reginald, and every
now and then spoke to him soothingly.