Matrimonial Mishaps.

Taranaki Herald, Volume XLI, Issue 9476, 23 August 1892, Page 4

Matrimonial Mishaps.

COMICALITIES OF A WEDDED LIFE. (Continued from yesterday.) " It is goiog n long ciistnnco to die. L. t us bring in theso trunks bofore dark," she said. "It is wonderful how much a bear will carry away I Bho' that ftl'ovr tbiough nnd through," ho rautteroi, laying dowt. the eun nnd following bis wife. " What in the world is tho matter with my trunk ? Look here," blio said, pointing at some white cloth protruding from the farther side. " Why, there iB a hole right through it. 1 ' " Anna, havo you heard U tbundor ?" asked Wileoo, gnrvejiag the sky. "No. Why?" " Because lightning has 6truck that trunk, as Buro as you aro a foot high J" he replied. 11 1 l has bent the side of yours. Here, what dp you call this?" she a3ked, picking op a flattened bullet. " Yes, you shot him through nnd through. You gave him a death ehot ! Henry, Ido not believo you could hit a town sito. You havo shot a holo right through my trunk, and in all probability ruined overy garment in it. If I only livo to see the sta^e come back, I will bo'tl.o happiest woman on earth,' 1 she moaned. " Mrs Wilson, you may talk that stuff nalil your head ached, but I know I never shot r.t those trunks. It may be poosible tbo Btnge robbers did it." " You aro the only robber we saw, and I know you di I it," she snapped. They than, after a haßty examination of the interior of tbo house, made prepam lions for repose. After pluc'.ng ono trunk against the doo-, and the other in front of the window, they took their positions — Mrs Wilson, with her back to the door, und Wileon staring into the ni^ht through the window. lf lttm awfully tired," said Mrs Witeon, yawning. They were Boon sound asleep. The bowl of n wolf brought tham both to their feet. fi What is it, Henry ?" Bhe anxioasly inquired. " I am blessed if I knon*, but there is a full million of thorn. Great Scott, hear them ! lam afraid it is goin^ to be a hand-to-hand fight," he exclaimoc), nervously fingering the trigger of his gun. There was a load report, followed by a struggle of some description out in tront of the house. " King of Siaml What has broke looat?" cried Wilson, catohing his uose with bis band and etaergert'ng from tbe window. " Glory 1 Do wolves smell like that when they are killed ? You must hav3 killed them all 1 Merciful Heaven 1 It will kill qb • What did you shoot ?' : Bhe asked, holding her apron over her mouth and against her cose. " Anno, I have not shot a thing. Do has simply burst himself vide open. 1 coull not ste a living thing, and I never shoot unless I do," ho mumbled, as ho held his nose. "I bow thg flush of your gnn, 1 * she said. ""It must have been tho explosion jou saw. I .bought for an instant some one had ebot, but it was imagination. It was a skunk. I do not believe I can stand it much longer," he ga^pot'. ''Well, there is no imagination about this overpowering orlor. I have heard about Bkunkp, but this h all I over care to know about thorn," Bhe said, with a cough. "In my jouager days I had an experience with a skunk. That Bet me against the wholo family, and my stomach has never been thoroughly ssttled since." " Thank goodness, it is getting light. I do not think I shall over forget this night," she said. "I shall always have a taste of that perfume in my throat," he said, going out of the door. " May I be duincd if that bkunk is not shot right thiough tho head. A pretty fair Bbot, considering tho darkness." "That settles it, Mr Wilson. Kelp me to carry this trunk ont to tho road." As thoy put it down sho took her seat npon it. When the stage c.:mo along she eat on her trunk on ono aide of thy mad and Wilson on tho other. '• Want lo go down town V" grinned the driver. Noithcr spoko, bat both arose from their Beats. 1 , " I see you had company last night. No danger of Bta^e robbers to-day," ho eaid, bowing his nosu and mounting to lilb seat. In half a minute ho snapped his whip' and started tho Wilsons on their return trip.

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