"SITTIN' ON IS TOMBSTONE."
Huntley Wright once when on a provincial tour had a night off at Christmas, and, wishing to take advantage of it by giving a little dinner and card party, did a lot of shopping in the forenoon, and on returning to his lodgings rang for his landlady to give final instructions. She appeared with red eyes, a most woe-begone expression, and clad in deep mourning, which had seen much wear. Having taken his courage in both hands, be started on his instructions, to be met at once with the statement "You can't have no dinner in this house to-day." Fearing some terrible bereavement, the would-be host inquired the reason. "Well, sir," was the reply, "you see this is 'ow it Is. I lost my dear 'usband on Ohrlstmiss Day ten years ago." "'Ten years !" shouted Wright. "Well—but " "Walt a moment," sniffed the mourner ; "every year since then I've took a day's 'oliday, which I spend sittin' on 'is tombstone." There was no dinner.—From "More Rutland Barrington."
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Cromwell Argus, Volume XLIII, Issue 2285, 19 February 1912, Page 7
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