GOING TO HIS LODGE.

Dunstan Times, Issue 750, 1 September 1876, Page 3

GOING TO HIS LODGE.

It got at last that his wife began to wonder what business “the lodge” had on’hand that it should meet four or five nights per week. He was out four nights a week until eleven o’clock, and he came home with redness, and his step was unsteady as ho passed down the hall. He said “ the lodge” business was mighty hard on the muscles, and that candidates were coming in by hundreds One night he groaned out in his sleep and talked of “ the right bower,” and yelled out “ spades !” and the wife wondered still more. The other evening she took a position where she could see who went upstairs into the lodge-room. Her husband passed by and entered a place where rows of bottles adorn the shelves, and coffee and spice stand in a saucer on the counter to purify the breath. When she went in he was one of four at a table. Each one of the four was looking at the pictures on some cards held in his hand.

“So this is the lodge, is it!” she inquired, as she stood before him. He was caught, and he resolved to make a clean breast of it. He laid his cards down, rose up, gave her his arm and said : “ I won’t lie to you, Mary, This is not the lodge-room—this is where we stop for a minute to beat the enemies of our craft out of their surplus greenbacks 1 When I come homo to-night, Mary, I’ll bring that shawl you spoke of!” The regularity with which that man now hangs around home every night in tho week is astonishing.—Detroit Free Press. Civil righto.—Obliging answer*.