Dns, Brown met Mrs, Smith, whom she-had seen for some' tine, "And "atr is your "husband Bree dao asked the former, Smith, with a shake of her hend, "On, Taint got no "husband now" replied Us.
i'm sorry to ear that, What "happened {o im?"
don't really know, Mrs, Smith, T sent "im to the stores one day three years ago for a loaf bread, and from that day to this I've never sot eyes on im. I've been properly worried. T can tell you. What would you do about it?
Ah, well; T don't think Td wait any longer, Mrs, Smith, Ta slip out for another loaf, if 7 was you."
Just as Good 'A stour Nogress came before a New York magistrate, complaining that her ex-husband had made' a barbarous attack upon her with 8 large pair of shears.
"Mistah Judge," she bellowed, "dis here miggah, he rushed at_me wid dose seissorst Yas, sub! An' he cut an' slashed mah face most to ribbons. Ho jabbed mah eyes and. carved mah face ike it was, sausage meat—all torn an' bleeding' it wuz!
The magistrate looked at her broad, smooth countenance, on which appeared not the slightest sign of conflict "When did you say this happened?" he me quired.
"Only tas' night, Mistah Judge." was the reply.
The puzzled mai rate gazed at her care fully.
"Only last night! But 1 don't see any marks fon, your face!"
"aMfarkst" she roared. "Marks! What de, debit I care for marks? T'se yot witnesses!"
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