SHE TRIUMPHED AGAIN.

Observer, 21 December 1893, Page 15

SHE TRIUMPHED AGAIN.

It was Christmas Eve, and Jenkins had been running the convivial hour with his club companions a trifle later than usual. When he found his Way home to bed at half-past one, it was with the determination of going to sleef, and with another determination that he would not be questioned by Mrs. Jenkins. So, as soon as he entered the door, and deposited his lamp upon the dressing-table, he commenced his speech : — "I locked the front door. I put the chain on. I pulled the key out a little bit. The dog is inside. I put the kitten out. I emptied the drip-pan of the kitchen tap. The cook took the silver to bed with her. I put a cane under the knob of the back hall door. I put the fastenings over the bath-room windows. The parlor fire has coal on. I put the cake-box in the. closet. I did not drink all the milk. It is not going to rain. Nobody gave me any message for you. I posted your letters as soon as I got down town. Your mother did not call at the office. Nobody died that we are interested in. Did not hear of a marriage or engagement. I was very busy at the office making out bills. I have hung my clothes over chair-backs;^ l. want:- a- new egg for breakfast. -.1 think that is all, anas- I will nowput out the light." Mr. Jenkins felt that he had hedged against all inquiry, and a triumphant smile was upon his face as he took hold of the gas-check, and sighted a line for the bed, when he was earthquaked by a ringing laugh, and the query from Mrs. Jenkins : — " "Why didn't you take off your hat ?"