One Way of Getting Buttons On.

Western Star, Issue 1292, 27 February 1897, Page 2 (Supplement)

One Way of Getting Buttons On.

Dobbs was well aware that his wife was in the habit of rifling his pockets when he was asleep ; hut, like a wise man, he kept silence on the subject. One night however he awoke and caught her in the act. -< ‘ Ha 1’ he exclaimed, ‘ What are you doing mv dear ?’ The lady started, her 'cheeks flushed, the trousers dropped from her grasp, and she was about to make a full confession when a bright ides entered bead. • Recovering her composure, she said ' * I was leoking ’to see whether your trousers needed buttons.’ ‘ They do, they do, my dear,* he exclaimed, springing from his bed., Heeded ’em for weeks—months—and Ijwondered why you didn’t sew ’em on ; but I. waited for I was sure yon .wpuld think of it some time, and how kind ’of out of bed this time of night to attend to ’em Say whafyou will, there’s nothing in the world like a good wife. .Let mejturnup the gas a little, so that you’ll have all the light you want ia sewing ’em on. Got your needle and thread, and the buttons ? No. Well, tell me where they are,, and I'll get'em for you.’ * Mrs 5. proceeded to sow the buttons while her husband sat on the side of the bed, and encouraged her with worfls ‘ of ’ praise for her wifely care and thoughts of his comfort, occasionally remarking that, go where he would, he would always say there was nothing in the world like a good wife. Aia Elopement. ‘Gome,’said tha hero. "Let us fly.’ • Looping the train of her white satin dross over her arm, the heroine hastened with him. The lights of the: great city.,.; behind them were reflected coldly in. the still waters of the river. . As.they approached the bridge the heroine stumbled . She had run nearly thirty feet, and was . quite exhausted. Still she would have pushed on. ‘There is no baste my dear said the hero. . i - ‘No haste I’ she exclaimed. ‘At any moment he feoy come up with us.* ‘ Yeu forget,’said the hero, ‘ that this play is laid in the present. Hqj must furaue us on his bicycle, and—ha Iha I—have sent the wheel to the repairing, shop/;. . • . ! The heroine paused. , * We have then several weeks to escape in,’ she replied. ... And egairi the dkrk river which had witnessed so many anch sepnes trembled I '-', to the words ‘ Foiled ! Foiled! Foiled V

Folsom in Cigarettes. , A medical student, a persistent smoker, placed himself under medical care of Dr, William Murrell, who is lecturer on Pharmacology and Therapeutics, at the Westminster Hospital. The patient had symptoms—cough expectoration, hemoptysis and loss of flesh —such as are usually associated with commencing phthsis. .It is well known that a similar group of - symptoms arise from the inhalation of arseuious acid. This, together with thepatient’s smoking habits, led Dr. Murrell to analyse a large number of samples of cigarettes and tobaccos. He found that « out of seventeen series of different kinds of cigarettes and tobaccos, arsenip' was present in the labels Of six, or more than one-third.” The investigator considers that this must be attended with considerable risk te the smoker—nor was the danger confined to low-priced cigarettes. ;