A WOMAN WHO SWIMS.

Thames Star, Volume X, Issue 3134, 5 March 1879, Page 4

A WOMAN WHO SWIMS.

He had returned with his wife from a summer vacation at the seaside, and he stood in front of the house giving a friend a graphic account of the season's pleasures. "Went in bathing every day," he exclaimed, enthusiastically. "Ah 1" responded the friend. " Wife go in too P" " Oh yes, every day," said the returned vacationist. " Can she swim ? " queried the friend, with some interest. " No, she can't," was the reply. " She tried and tried to learn, but somehow she didn't get the hang of it. She said she couldn't get the right kick, and I let her think that was the reason, but the fact was"—and here he looked up at the house, and sunk his voice to a hoarse aspiration—"she couldn't keep her mouth shut long enough to take four strokes, before she'd have some silly remark to make, when, kerswash—she'd swallow a whole wave, and go plump to the bottom," and the husband winked rapidly as the scene was recalled in his mind, and went into the house chuckling with pleasure. But he hadn't noticed v woman's face peering out of the curtains of a raised window. The acquaintance saw the front door open quickly, saw a hand reach out and grab the seaside boarder by the collar, saw the heels of that individual crack his back as he shot through the door, which slammed behind bis vanishing form, heard a wild and stifled noise, as of a human body being hauled over a hat rackj and banged against a wall, and heard a muffled voice like unto that of an enraged woman say, "Take that back and I'll let you up." And the acquaintance, with a countenance of wonder and alarm, passed on, rubbing his head in a bewildered manner.