HE DISLIKED TROUBLE.

Daily Telegraph (Napier), Issue 3115, 22 June 1881, Page 4

HE DISLIKED TROUBLE.

■ I see by last night's paper that a Mrs Morgan was run over by a street car,' lie remarked, as he seated himself on the edge of a chair. * Yes,' replied the editor; ' what of it ?' ' I wanted to get some more particulars. Was she busted up pretty bad ?' ' Her back and both legs wero broken, and one arm was cut off short.' 'You don't say! Did she seem to mind it much ?' * Well I should smile,' said the city editor. ' Ifc killed her.' ' Don't tell me so! What do you think they did with her ?' ' Oh! They took her to the Morgue. I reckon she's there yet. Did you know her?' ' From the description I take her to be my wife. You say she is dead ?' ' Yes, sir. lam very sorry for you, but you will have a good claim for damages against the Company.' * I shan't trouble 'em. I'm -willing to let ifc drop. Did you get an idea that the car was much injured ?' ' I think not. I guess your wife got the worst of it.' ■And they can't come back on me for anything ?' 'Certainly not. You can make 'em pay.' 'Oh ! I don't care about tbat. It's all right as it is, if they don't try fco make, me any trouble. I was a little startled at first, but this lets me out.' * Shall you take your wife away and bury her ? asked the city editor. ' I don't know ; would you ? * asked Mr Morgan doubtfully. ' Yes, I think I would.' ' I suppose I might as well. It'll save talk, and the easiest way is the best. I hate any fuss, but I reckon I'll have to let up and take ifc. Just say that the funeral will come off next; week or the week after, and come up yourself. Let's see. Where'd you say they stored her ? * ' At the Morgue/ ' Well, I'll drop around in a day or two and get her. Much obliged to you for your trouble, and, if the company says anything about it, you just say that I don't want any difficulty,'and I'll fix up any damages, will you ? They needn't do any lawing about it; I'd rather patch, it up quietly. Have you got a match ? ' t * And Mr Morgan lighted his cigar, and, sauntering into the jobroom, glanced over the theatrical posters to sec what was going on in the amusement line next week. —■ Brooklyn Eagle.