“‘Yes, here they are.’

“Mose looked at them ruefully, shaking his head.  ’Ah’m po’ful sorry yo’ got ’em, boss!’

“‘Whats the matter?  Has Easter gone back on you?’

“‘It ain’t dat, boss.  Ah done changed mah min.’  Ah’m gwine to mahry Sophie Coleman, dat freckled-faced yaller girl what works up to Mis’ Mason’s, for she sholy can cook!’

“Well, I’ll try and have the name changed for you, but it will cost you fifty cents more.’

“Mose assented, somewhat dubiously, and the gentleman had the change made.  Again he found Mose waiting for him.

“‘Wouldn’t change hit, boss, would he?’

“‘Certainly he changed it.  I simply had to pay him the fifty cents.’

“‘Ah was hopin’ he wouldn’t do it.  Mah min’s made up to mahry Easter Johnson after all.’

“’You crazy nigger, you don’t know what you do want.  What made you change your mind again?’

“‘Well, boss, Ah been thinkin’ it over an’ Ah jes’ ’lowed dar wasn’t fifty cents wuth ob diff’runce in dem two niggers.’”

A wife is a woman who is expected to purchase without means, and sew on buttons before they come off.

“What are you cutting out of the paper?”

“About a California man securing a divorce because his wife went through his pockets.”

“What are you going to do with it?”

“Put it in my pocket.”

A woman missionary in China was taking tea with a mandarin’s eight wives.  The Chinese ladies examined her clothing, her hair, her teeth, and so on, but her feet especially amazed them.

“Why,” cried one, “you can walk or run as well as a man!”

“Yes, to be sure,” said the missionary.

“Can you ride a horse and swim, too?”

“Yes.”

“Then you must be as strong as a man!”

“I am.”

“And you wouldn’t let a man beat you—­not even if he was your husband—­would you?”

“Indeed I wouldn’t,” the missionary said.

The mandarin’s eight wives looked at one another, nodding their heads.  Then the oldest said softly: 

“Now I understand why the foreign devil never has more than one wife.  He is afraid!”—­Western Christian Advocate.

PAT—­“I hear your woife is sick, Moike.”

MIKE—­“She is thot.”

PAT—­“Is it dangerous she is?”

MIKE—­“Divil a bit.  She’s too weak to be dangerous any more!”

SON—­“Say, mama, father broke this vase before he went out.”

MOTHER—­“My beautiful majolica vase!  Wait till he comes back, that’s all.”

SON—­“May I stay up till he does?”

“Because a fellow has six talking machines,” said the boarder who wants to be an end man, “it doesn’t follow that he is a Mormon.”

It was a wizened little man who appeared before the judge and charged his wife with cruel and abusive treatment.  His better half was a big, square-jawed woman with a determined eye.