HARD WORK FOR TWO.

Bruce Herald, Volume XVII, Issue 1761, 25 June 1886, Page 6

HARD WORK FOR TWO.

When Nibson came home from business, the other night, he found his somewhat better half with her head tied up, and generally in a weary and used-up condition. " What is the matter, my dear?" he gently inquired. "Oh John, I have had such a bardday's work I am completely worn out." "What have you been doing? 1 ' Just 1 shopping. I bave bunted through all the stores on Sixth and Eighth avenues, and have gone nearly the entire length of Broadway, too." " What did you buy? " Nothing at all. I have been trying to match that grey silk for the front width of my new dress, but had to give it up. I am sure that there is no work so trying as shopping." The next night — that is to say, at an early hour of the morning following the night — Nibson got home in a sadly demoralised condition, shattered mentally and physically, and emitting a strong odour of fusel oil. "Why, John, what on earth can keep you out so late?" demanded the angel of the household, who sat up for him. "What have you been doing to yourself? Where have you been?" " Jes' a-shop-pin', m'dear," he indistinctly replied. " 'T's terr'ble hard work. Went inter ev'ry e'loon on Six' avenoo, and Jots of 'em on aide streets, to mat a drink o' whiskey I got t'other day, but had to give it up. Th'r' ain't nothin' 'ts half so tryin' as shoppin', belcher life." — Drake's Travellers' Magazine.