THE WIDOWER AND THE WIDOW.

Thames Star, Volume IX, Issue 3051, 25 November 1878, Page 4

THE WIDOWER AND THE WIDOW.

When Mr Thomas Thompson was courting the widow who became his sixth wife, said he, taking a pinch of snuff, and looking wise, "I willtell you what I expect of you, my dear. You are aware that I have had a good deal of matrimonial experience. Ho-hum ! it makes me sad to think of it. My lot in the cenietry is almost full, and I may truly say that my cup of misery would be running over at this moment if it were not for you. But to business. I was about to remark that Jane, my first, could make better coffee than any other woman in this world. I trust you will adopt her receipt for the preparation of that beverage." " My first husband frequently remarked— ■—" began the widow. " And there was Susan," interrupted Mr Thompson. " Susan was the best mender that probably ever lived. It was her delight to find a button off, and as for rents in coats and things, I have seen her shed tears of joy when she saw them, she was so desirous of using her needle for their repair. Oh, what a woman Susan was I" " Many is the time," began the widow, ''that my first hus——" "With regard to Anna, who was my third," said Mr Thompson hastily, "I think her forte above all others was in the accomplishment of the cake known as slapjack. I have very pleasant visions at his moment of my angelic Anna as she appeared in the kitchen of a frosty morning, enveloped in smoke and the morning sunshine that stole into the window, or bearing to my plate a particularly fine article of slapjack with the remark, " That's the nicest one yet Thomas. Eat it while it's hot.' Sometimes, I assure you, my dear, these recollections are quite overpowering." He applied his handkerchief to his eyes, and the widow said, " Ah, yes, I know how it is myself, sir. Many is the time that I see my lonely hours my* dear first hus——" " The pride and joy of Julia, my fourth, and I may say too of Clara, my .fifth," interrupted Mr Thompson, with some apparently accidental violence of tone, "lay in the art of making over their spring "bonnets. If you will believe it, my dear, one bonnet lasted those two blessed women through all the happy years they lived with me. They would turn them, and make them over so many times: Dear, dear! .what a changing world— what an unhappy, changing world!" "I say so to myself a hundred, times a day, said the widow with a sigh. "I frequently remarked to my first hus—" " Madame I" said Mr Thompson, sud-' denly, and with great sternness, " oblige me by never mentioning that cheap man again. Are you not aware that he must necessarily be out of the question for evermore ? Cannot you Bee that your continual references to him sicken my soul? Let us have peace, madame—let us have peace." " Very well, sir," said the widow meekly. '•" I beg your pardon, and promise not to do it again.' 1 And they were married, and their lives were as bright and peaceful as Mr Miller's sundown seas.—Buffalo Press.