HIS LODGE.

Evening Star, Issue 4179, 19 July 1876, Page 4

HIS LODGE.

J Tt got sorutlast that his wife began to wonder what' business i( the lodge " ha-d.,ioii ; hand that, it should, meet four or i five nights per week. ;He was out four, nights .a week until eleven O'clock, and' he'cAme home with redness iri his" eyes, and"hisj,step, was nns£.eady as he pass&d down.the hall, said " the lodge 1 ' business was mighty -hard on tha muscles, and that candidates were coming in by hundreds. - One- m«ht he— gvoand- out in his— sleep. and talker*-' right, :bower," arid yelled " out" spades ! " and the wife ing ' she I 'todk a position'"where she could. went, upstairs into the lodge-roomsT* Her husband pasced by and entered a place where rows of bottles^S&qca' the shelves, and coffee and spice stand in a saucer :, ph the counter tq n.urify the breath. \ When she went in he. was one of four at a table. Each one of tho four was looking at the pictures-on-'some cards held in his hand.'

''So tills is the kdge, is it?" she inquired, as she stood before him. He. was. caught, and ho resolved to make a clean breast of it. -He kid his oards do wn* rose up, and gave her his arm'and said:

".I won't lie to you, Mary. Tiiig is not the log* d-room—this is where wo BtQj^'ipr v a minute to beat the enouiie-of-Our-craftiou,i/of thqir surplus greenback'rf! >: W'hen I come-home.to-night, MaryvX'li bring that shawl you spoke. ofl ,r /

The regularity with which that man nowTiangß around home every evening in the -week is astonishing.—' Detroit Pree; Press.'