THE TESTING TIME
IN CONJUGAL FELICITY,
IS IT THE THIRD YEAR?
Dinner was an ordeal. I felt miles apart from Marjorie. A great gulf
filled with black-and-yellow cat lay between us. Once only the topic of
the beast arose (on the subject of fish-bones) and just as I was
becoming big and coarse again the maid entered with the joint. She must
have heard what I said.
SHOULD SERVANTS TELL?
BACKDOOR SCANDAL.
Still, the meal itself was a cheering one, and, after Marjorie had
risen, the sentimental ballad mood gained on me again. After all, what
was a stray cat compared with one's marriage vows? If the dear girl
wanted to keep the thing we would have it vetted, definitely named, and
warned as to followers.
Marjorie's voice interrupted my amiable planning. "Puss, puss," she
called. I joined her and stated my decision to relent.
"But she's vanished," said Marjorie. She had. And she has never come
back. Ah! those stray cats.
NINE LIVES SPENT WHERE?
FOUR-FOOTED NOMADS.
FICKLE FELINE FRIENDSHIPS.
"Look here, old girl," I said, "I take back all I said about your little
friend. I'm with you that she was the dearest, most hygienic, most moral
cat that ever strafed a mouse."
"Perhaps it's all for the best that she's gone," said Marjorie.
The dear girl inclined her head towards my shoulder. Well, well.
WHAT EVERY WOMAN WANTS
TO KNOW.
IS KISSING DYING OUT?
PRACTICIANS SAY "NO."
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More Precocity.
"Unfurnished Rooms wanted (two or three), with attendance; one
child, 4-1/2 years; at business all day."--_Provincial Paper._
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