The Corpse's Husband [Dialogue between a mistress and maid.] RIDGET: "I'd like to go away the day, ma'am, the work is all done, ma'am, and there's nothing to do, ma'am, and it's a funeral if you plaze, ma'am. Mistress: "Why, Bridget, I'm very sorry. I hope it is not the funeral of a "No relative or friend, ma'am, but just the friend av a friend, and I'll be back at tin o'clock the morrow, plaze God." "Of course you can go, Bridget, but don't make any mistake about coming back." "Aw! don't give yourself any trouble about that, ma'am; don't you give yourself any onasinass about that. Sure an' it's not Bridget O'Hara that would be sarvin' ye that mane trick not to be comin' back when you give her the devarsion of going to a funeral. Many thanks to ye. Don't ye give yourself any onasiness about that. I'll be back betimes, I will." Three o'clock next day and Bridget just returnedMistress: "Well, Bridget, what can have happened to keep you so long." Bridget (angrily): "Sure, an' it's because I did not come back at tin o'clock that ye speak to me in that way? Sure, an' I'll be givin' ye warnin', an' I'll be lavin' at once as I said I "Why, Bridget, what have I said to throw you into such a temper? I thought you liked the place." B. (very much embarrassed): "Well, I do like the place, ma'am, and I like you, ma'am, an' little did I think yesterday morning I'd be lavin' ye, but it's all along o' the wake." "Well, I'm sure you need not be afraid to tell me about it, Bridget." "O, ma'am, an' I do think it be the worse way for a man to be losin' his wife. And the way this one did take on, just a cryin' an' a groanin'; an' a cryin' an' a groanin.' Sure, an' it would have gone to yer heart to hear him. I never heard anything like it in all my life, ma'am. Jest a cryin' an' a groanin,' an' a cryin' an' a groanin'. An' what could I do but go to him just as any woman wid a heart in her bosom would have done. Most like you would have done it yourself, ma'am, if you had been there. An' what could I do but just go to strokin' him down, and strokin' him down. An' what could I say to comfort him but, 'Take it aisy, take it aisy. There's plenty more days in the sky, an' there's plenty more girls in the world. Take it aisy, take it aisy.' "And this marnin' he said I was the loveliest girl at the wake (laughing). An' we're going to be married, ma'am; we're going to be married. Me an' the corpse's husband. Me an' the corpse's husband." The Envoy BY LAURA SPENCER PORTER. Life came, and sought, and found her, And then Youth came and found her, And wound his arms around her. He cautioned her to be both brave and wise, Love came and sought, and found her, He brought full many flowers from the South, Next Sorrow came and found her, And slipped his arms around her; With tender touch he kissed her forehead fair, And loved her, nor would leave her side, although Death came, and sought and found her, ""Tis Love," she cried; "who else so fair of face!" What Was It? BY SYDNEY DAYRE. Guess what he had in his pocket! What did he have in his pocket? A bubble pipe and a rusty screw, What did he have in his pocket? Gingerbread crumbs, a whistle he made, What did he have in his pocket? Before he knew it, it slyly crept Under his treasures carefully kept, And away they all of them quickly stole― 'Twas a hole. The Proposal A very shy fellow was Dusky Sam, "I-des wanter say dat-I-loves you- too?" "Yas; yas; of co's' I loves my beau Say, what's de reason you want to know?" "Oh-hol' de wire. Will you marry me? True?" "Yas. Co's I will. Say Who is you? How to Tell The Time BY WILLIAM WALLACE WHITELOCK. I've just learned how to tell the time; An' ef you think you'd like to learn, At first, though, it's as hard as fun, You stan' before the clock, jus' so, An' start right at the top; That's twelve o'clock, an' when you reach The little hand, you stop; Now, that's the hour, but you've got Because the hardest part's to come- You go right back again, to where How far the minute hand's away, Like this—you're watching me?— An' then you've got the time of day, They's folks, I know, what says that they That they can tell by jus' a glance At any time o' day; But I don't believe no fibs like that, My ma would know it, but she showed The Little Boy's Baby Prayer BY S. M. TALBOT. Dear God, I need you awful bad; My papa's cross, my mama's sick, I hain't no fren' but You. Them keerless angels went and brung A weenchy, teenchy, baby girl; I don't see how they dast! And, God, I wish't You'd take her back, Won't no one know she's second hand, An' pick a boy, dear God, Yourself, The nicest in Your fold; But please don't choose him quite so young, |