GREELY’S TROUBLES WITH HIS SHIRTS.

Dunstan Times, Issue 898, 4 July 1879, Page 3

GREELY’S TROUBLES WITH HIS SHIRTS.

One winter Mrs Greely went to the West Indies for her health, and the following spring she sent for her husband to come after her and bring her home to New York. Now, if there was one thing the old man hated it was the sea. But, nevertheless, he obeyed bis wife’s call, as he was accustomed to obey her every whim. In due time they got back to Gotham, and that morning Mr Sinclair received word that Mr Greely was not feeling well, owing to his voyage, and had decided to stay at home for the day. In the evening Sinclair was going to Washington on business, and so, valise in hand, ho called at Greoly’s house and found the old man in bed and actually very ill, having suffered terribly from seasickness all the way out and all the way back. He was alone, and the other members of the. family being ill or away from home, and so Sinclair determined to pass the night with him, giving up for that time h'S trip to the capital. “ Sinclair,” said he, in that querulous whine of his, “ I’m as naked as the day I was horn. My trunks haven’t arrived yet, and I haven’t got a nightgown.” “ But why don’t you wear this ?” pointing to a garment ho had taken off before getting into bod. “Oh,! expect to be out to morrow, and I want that to wear then. How the blazes would it look after I’d slept in it?” Well, in due time his luggage arrived, and Sinclair made a bolt for the article ho wanted. After some rumaglng he found it, and helped the old man to put it on. It was speedily fastened at the neck, and the nurse took up one of the wrists, and tried to button it. There, however, lie stuok fast The ends would not meet by fully two inches, He tugged and twisted to Ida utmost, but it was no go. Still, as the patient said nothing, he supposed it ought to he fastened, and redoubled bis effirts for that purpose. For about 20 minutes lie labored without success. Then he said, “ This is a failure, It won’t fasten.”

“ No,” replied Grooly, with exasperating calmness, “ 1 know it wouldn’t, Tlio fact is I never could button the infernal thing myself. But you seemed to enjoy it, so 1 didn’t disturb you.” Ifo lay back on the pillow for a few moments as if thinking deeply, and then, sitting bolt upright, he brought his list down upon tho nmltand exclaimed savagely, “If ever Mormoni ni works as far cast as this, I’ll be hanged if I don’t have one wife to take care of my shirts..”—Chicago Tribune.