Mr Smallwood was urging the pretty young widow to marry him. "Darling," he said. "I would forfeit anything for you. My pleasures, smoking, my money —yes, my life, if necessary." "Don't talk rash," said the widow, drily. "Remember, you are asking me to be Mrs Smallwood. not Airs llailwood." "My wife explored my pockets last night." "What did she get" "About the same as any other explorer—enough material for a lecture." Father ruefully gazed on bis last shilling. "Money has wings, and house rents make it fly." he said. "Yes," said his fifteen-year-old son, "and some houses have wings, for I've seen many a house fly." "You're smarter than your old dad", maybe, my son, but 1 always thought that' no part of a house except the ehimnev Hue !"
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXI, 22 May 1928, Page 3
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