My Wife Is A Dollar Wife

-As we carne hither to night we were rnuch amuscd n ihe smoking car by a tip.'y, uxorious gentleman, evideatly full oí' the lolidaji. He tvasoí the Dolly S:);inker order, and just as amasiagly dn:'uk as was that eelebrated gentleman aftcr he lad vcnturcd to put 'the cursed Burgundy ou top of the brandy." He coninually chaunUd out, in baritoce s'.yle, 'my Httle wií'd wears dollar bracelete." 'Mj little wife wears a doünr í'ing. "My t'.'o wiíü vpeaM a dollar breastpin." A itíí-yous, splouoíÍ3 liipod tiinllv burst out witli, "lry up ! Sliut up ! D u wifo 1" "Ah, h:t i" rcjoiDod tie dévotod husbend, ;d a my wife, sir. Sir, my wifu is an angel, and tLat Uiing iWB't be done. The Gospel is gaínat it. No, sir, n angel eau't bu daiuncd." "Ihia good, fuiíny retort, oponed all the ho'iilay Süuk iu thc aloepiog car and uot t ÍCW butilos. - Rcchdiije. A livtjur a X.-w York rocently íftid "ftwgfcíiíg was one of (ha lo-t saltttarj ■ nledisajl foculty, und vvap wi'.h.tl an india itian of iutellco tual vigor ftu(] ajci .1 si u -