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A SIMPLE REMEDY.

He was a kindly but absent-minded man, his head always full of business matters ; one of those men who are apt to throw their boots on a ohair and put their trousers outside the door for the servant to polish. He came home the other evening and saw his wife sitting in the drawing-room, looking somewhat pale. "How are you, my dearP" he asked tenderly. " I don't feel very well to-day, James," she replied in a low tone and speaking witi some difficulty. "I have something the matter with my throat." "That's bad," he exclaimed with some anxiety. " What are the symptoms P " Then his eye fell on a letter, and hia thoughts wandered far away. " It hurts me when I breathe," explained his wife. "Well, my dear, that's soon remedied " he remarked absently. " Don't breathe !" And it took him a long time to make her understand that he was not a heartleßS wretch, anxious to get rid of her.

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Star (Christchurch), Issue 6090, 29 January 1898, Page 4

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A SIMPLE REMEDY. Star (Christchurch), Issue 6090, 29 January 1898, Page 4

A SIMPLE REMEDY. Star (Christchurch), Issue 6090, 29 January 1898, Page 4