Their Silver Anniversary.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXVII, Issue 25, 22 December 1906, Page 48

Their Silver Anniversary.

'Twas just six months or less since Jinks had wed his wife. She was a sinew — ’y golly day. they lived an awful life! She'd been as nice as pie to him till she had got him cinched, Yet they had scarcely left the church ere they fell out and clinched. From then until our tale begins was one unending scrap. Although in single life he’d been a quietloving chap. He called her “vixen,” “spitfire/’ “cat, she called him “Satan’s spawn.’* They jawed from dawn to set of sun, from sunset back to dawn. One day. when half a year had passed and found them stil at war. When Jinks had long been woudernig what he was living tor. He made a friendly overture to her he aye was dreading. Suggesting that they issue cards anent their silver wedding. The shrew, wrath mingled with amaze, demanded what he meant, As but a poor half-dozen months their fortunes had been blent. His answer came in accents meek, “Fopgive. I pray you, dear: I’d merely notched my walking stick each, time it seemed a year.” STRICKLAND W. GILLILAN.