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9 "I don't seek your confidence enough, Matilda," said Mr. Mudloy, who was experiencing one of his periodiacl spasms of reform. "Hereafter 1 want' you to consult mo about all your little thoubles and affairs. I wish' to take an interest in everything that interests you. Come to me with your doubts; confldo in me." "Oh, Henry, how sweet of you !" exclaimed Mrs. Mudloy. "I Ihave always wished that wo were nearer together — thnt I could consult you and lean upun you, as it were. "Well, hereafter always conic to me," beningly enjoined Mr. Mudley, ns he upencd the evening paper. A few moments later Mrs, Mudley venutred, "Henry, dear!" "Yes, my love." "May 1 ahk your opinion about scraifething/' "Why, certainly, my deari'", said Mr. Mudley, sitting up straight ami assuming a judicial countenance. "What is it, my love V "Would you make this blouse of maize peau de cygnc, with the bertha of point d'esprit, trimmed with ruchc,s of tatfeta, or would you have the yoke cut bias, with cuffs of cream' Venetian over white inousse'.ine ?" "I believe I'd have it tho Hrst way, Matilda," gasped Mr. Mudley, us he looked about for his hat. "I think I'll go down to the club for a while." "IN VISIONS OF THE NIGHT." In the light of the subsequent discovery of survivor* in the galleries of the Courrieres mine, the following, from tlhe correspondent of the Daily Chronicle, writing- on 13th March, is interesting: — The relatives of missing men cannot understand the delay in the woTk of rescue. An angry crowd gathered round the gate at tho mine enclosure ati BillyMontigny thifi afternoon, shouting out, "Where are our husbands and sons? Why do you not try and save th«m? Perhaps they are still alive and undergirpund and dying for want) of food," A rumour has been started in tho mining community that the missing miners are alive and dying by inches in their subterranean bombs. Expoits whom I saw 10-d«iy on this subject Eay.jositivcly that thero is no doubt as to tho fate of the 'men. A second manii£3tation was maao putside the mino enclosure lato this evening, and the crowd clamoured anew that immediate steps should be taken, cost what it might, to send a relief party into the mine. One woman sought to force- her way into the enclosure, screaming that she was certain her husband and two sons wore still alive. For three uighte m her dreams she had seen her lost ones in their underground prison with extended hands beseeching nelp, and had, she said, distinctly heard their voices calling to her to com© to them. Thi« statement made a deep jmpremon upon the gathering, and there were shouts of "Coward* ! Why don'b you save our brother*? If horses can live through the explosion, why not men?" There was a cwtftin amount of logic in this latter argument, and the crowd shouted it again and aguin. But at nightfall tho people dispersed, and the woman who had dreams of her lost husband and sods was led away "by a jiymjathetic neighbour.
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Evening Post, Volume LXXI, Issue 136, 9 June 1906, Page 10
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