EDITOR'S WALLET.

Otago Witness, Issue 2436, 21 November 1900, Page 70

EDITOR'S WALLET.

A Kice Little Exchange of Presents. "Halloa, old man ; what have you in all those bundles?" asked a gay, airy youngbachelor of a careworn, solemn-looking married young man as they met in i suburban railway train. "Presents for my wife," was the senten- | tious reply. "It's her birthday." "Well, what are you bringing your wife in that package from your tailor's?" gaily pursued the bachelor. "Trousers," was the answer. "What?" "Yes, I repeat — trousers. Just you listen. I had a birthday last November. My wife got me three or four beautiful lace handkerchiefs, such as women carry at afternoon teas and such places, and a black velvet hat with high feathers, one of the three-storey kind that obstruct youi view of the si "o in the theatre. " They looked mighty wo . on her, and she asked me if I wasn't having a nice birthday. "Well, I didn't mind that very much, but when Christmas 3ame around I got another deal of the same sort. I gave my wife a pretty gold ring. She gave me a turquoise ring, too small to go over any of my knuckles, and she wears it now next to the one I gave, her. But that wasn't the worst of it. She got her sister to give me some after-dinner coffee cups, and my sister to make me a lot of lace doyleys. That was all I got for Christmas. "To-morrow is my wife's birthday. In this package I am bringing her a pair of trousers, which I had made to my measure and which I shall wear. In this parcel is a pair of the very best patent shoes, size B£, a good deal toe big for my wife; in this, package is a box of cigars, and in my pockets I have a new meerschaum pipe and a packet of tobacco. No\y f I don't see howr &h.@ Cftl fail to

have a happy birthday, do you? 1 hope she'll enjoy it, for I want to get even for all the pretty things she has given me." "That's the style, old man. Don't let 'em walk on you," said the bachelor.