The Henpecked Husband

Thore are signs by ■which he is knoTrn, t however, no matter in what society ho iningles. He has the mien of one who is weary of the world, and yet, for somo j unaccountable reason, is not quite ready to leavc it. There is a peculiarly careworn expression of countenance by which he may be distinguished - something quite different from the look of opnscions responsibility which most married men wear. Around hislips the resignation of Prometheus lingera; premature . crows'-feet gather annually around his eyes; his cheeks lack the rotundity that happier wedlock confers ; from his shiny scalp the hair has vanished. He ventures his opinions in a hesitating style, as thongh he lioped they would snit, and vould not be the means of precipitating a broil. He seems always on the point of apologizing for something he may have said,and when he smiles ho does it in such a painful and inexperienced way that a spectator is almost moved to pity. At regular intervals he glances nervously at the door of the apartment in which he is seated, as thongh he dreaded the sndden and wrathfal entranee of liis imperial spouse to ■wreak upon him condign vengeance for some unpremeditated offense. Her clarión voice ever I rings in his ears like a knellof departed peace. He can never get far enoiigh away to entirely escape that ominous sound. She lias a toügue that can put a girdle of flre around him in less than forty minutes, and he never feels suiBciently remote from its terrors. All his peculiarities are those of au extremely eareful man. At times he has a scared look. líeticent, glooiny, disconsolati patiënt, he wiggles and sneaks his way through life like one who has committed some hideous and unpardonable crime. Ho knows that he is pusillanimous - that a cockroach has more courage and self-estoem than he will ever boast. In fact, he suffers immeasurably more from what he thinks of himself than he does from all the other miseries he is called upon to enduro.