SHORT STORIES.

New Zealand Herald, Volume LVII, Issue 17459, 1 May 1920, Page 2 (Supplement)

SHORT STORIES.

'.'• LOVE NOT ENOUGH. The great liner rolled and pitched on the waste of waters. "Charlie," ' faltered the young bride, "do you still love me?" "More - than ever, darling," was the young man's fervent answer. Then there was an eloquent silence. " Oh. Charlie," she gasped, turning her pale, ghastly face away, " I thought that would make me .feel better, but it doesn't !" FLATTERING TO THE LADY. The sergeant 'halted the new sentry opposite the man he was to relieve. " Give over your orders,' he said. The old sentry reeled off the routine instructions with confidence, but one of the special orders baffled him. "Come on, man!" said the sergeant impatiently. On no account," stammered the sentry, "are you to let any questionable character pass the lines, except the colonel's wife." HE DIDN'T SEE IT. A country minister tells a funny story of an incident that happened in his church the other day. During the sermon a baby began to cry, and its mother immediately picked it up, and began to carry it towards the door. " Stop!'' the minister exclaimed. Don't go away; the baby is not disturbing me." The mother continued her way to the door with the very audible remark : "Oh, 'e ain't, ain't ; ('! But you're a disturbin' of 'im!" THE INNOCENT BRIDE-ELECT. The bride-elect had been allowing her presents to a party of admiring friends. ' And I've got such a good idea," she gushed. " I'm so afraid people will discover we are newly-married that I've made Jack promise that when—when we go away to-morrow he'll treat' me in public just as if he had no thought for any one except himself." A middle-aged friend snook her head. . " Don't, she said, in tones of sad wisdom. "I ' tried that plan and my husband never got over it!" A PROPER WEAPON. "Well John," said the doctor, who had been rather rudely roused from his afternoon nap, " what s wrong with you ?" " I've sprained my wrist rather, badly, sir." exp.ained the blacksmith of the village. , , The doctor examined the wrist, and looked grave.