HOW THEY KINDLED AFRESH THE FIRE OF LOVE.

Otago Witness, Issue 1341, 11 August 1877, Page 21

HOW THEY KINDLED AFRESH THE FIRE OF LOVE.

One evening while Mr- and Mrs Fogg were sitting together, they got to talking about their married life and their past troubles, until both of them grew quite sympathetic. At last Mrs Fogg suggested that it might help to kindle afresh the fire of love in their hearts, if they would' freely confess their faults to each other and promise ttf amend them. Mr Fogg said it struck him as beiug a good idea. For his part, he was willing t6 make a clean breast of it, but he suggested that perhaps his wife had better begin. She thought.for a moment, and this conversation ensued :

"Well, then," said Mrs Fogg, " I am willing to acknowledge that I am the worst-tempered woman in the world." 1 Mr Fogg (turning and looking at her) : " Maria, .that's about the only time you Bver told the' square-toed truth in your life."

Mrs Fogg (indignantly) : "Mr Fogg, that's perfectly outrageous. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."

F. : " Well, you know it's so. You have got the worst temper of any woman I ever saw — tho very worst ; now haven't you?"

MrsF.: " No, I haven't, either. I'm just as good tempered as you are." 1 F. : "That's not so. You're as cross as a bear. If you were married to a graven image, you'd quarrel with it."

MrsF. : "That's an outrageous falsehood ! There isn't any woman about this neighbourhood that puts up with as much as Ido without getting angry. You're a perfect brute." F. : " It's you that is the brute."

Mrs F. : •' No, it isn't." F. : " Yes, it is. You're as snappish as a mad dog. It's few men that could live with you."

Mrs F. : "If you say that again, I'll scratch your eyes out."

F. : "I dare you to lay your hands on me, you vixen."

Mrs F. : "You do, eh? Well, take that ! and that " (cuffing him' on- the head.) P. ; " You let go of my hair, or I'll murder you." Mrs F. : "I_ will ; and I'll leave thia 1 .house thia very night ; I won't live any longer with sucl| a 1 monster." F. : " Well, quit ; get out. The sooner, the better. Good riddance to bad rubbish ; and take your clothes with you.:; .- . ; , "Mr's'Fl : '"I'm sorry I ever married you. You ain't fit to be yoked to any decent woman, you wretch you ! " F. : " Well, you ain't half as sorry as I am. Good-bye. Don't come back soon."

Then Mrs Fogg put on her bonnet and Trent around to her mother's, but she came back in the morning. Mr Fogg hasn't yet confessed what his principal failing is. — Max Adder.