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How " Darling's' Politeness Panned Out.

Mrs Fuzzlc means, that her marled life shall be one long honeymoon. Ye*. ?\lq and hubby had a trouble the first day after returning from their trip. She remarked how i.ice it was to be back in Regent street, and snuggled. He admitted 'twas good to have a wifey with him in that thoroughfare, and both snuggled. Then Mrs F. declared for the hundredth time that she v/as, going to be a help to him in his work, and concluded by askmg him who it wob he just bowed to.

"That," he replied, "was Willy Pump, head of the Milk Trust. You met him, darling," and there was a shade of seriousness in his voice, " at Henley last summer. And, dearest, one of the very best ways to help me is to keep a knowledge of the men who are useful to me in my business. A little smile and a bit of courtesy from a man's wife (they snuggled again) often means hundreds of pounds to a man, and it never means nothing, especially when a man ha? a fascinating sweet little delight for a wife."

Thereupon Mrs F. declared that she would not be at fault again, and their eyes fell into each other's and swam around a while — you know how honeymooning people do. She withdrew hers just in time to bow and extend her hand to a distinguished-looking man, who instantly pulled off his hat. "So glad to see you in town," she purled. "Aren't we, Charlie? Come up and see us some time. Charlie — Mr Fuzzle — will be so pleased, and co shall I, shan't we, Charlie? Good-bye ! " The distinguished man, stepping rather wide, went on, after profuse acknowledgments. °

"There, Charlie, I didn't forget that man, and I'm sure I was very nice to him. Who is he? I don't know his name fiom Adam, but I knew I knew him at once."

Charlie was eating large hunks out of his moustache. "Yes, love," he paid, "yon knew him all right; he was the iiead waiter at the hotel we went to after we were married." Then he took his bride into a chemist's, where she came to after a while.

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Otago Witness, Issue 2416, 28 June 1900, Page 70

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How " Darling's' Politeness Panned Out. Otago Witness, Issue 2416, 28 June 1900, Page 70

How " Darling's' Politeness Panned Out. Otago Witness, Issue 2416, 28 June 1900, Page 70

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