Husband's Delemma.

Kaipara and Waitemata Echo, 1 May 1914, Page 2

Husband's Delemma.

Here is a story of a husband's awful dilemma, as told in the "i hiladelphia Record." Midnight, and in the smoking-room of a club sat a young man huddled in a chair. A friend entered. "Hello, Smith," he asked cheerfully, "not going home yet ?" "No," muttered the despairing one, "I —l daren't ! " "Why, what's the matter ?" "Matter ? It's the end of everything ! It means ruin, grief, and spoiled life !" The friend looked frightened. "Here, Smith, tell me what's up. Perhaps 1 can help vow." Smith clinched his fists till the knuckles showed white. "No one can help me !" he cried in agony. "I have come to the end of all things ! At eight o'clock I telephoned to my wife and gave her a perfectly good excuse for not coming straight home, and"—his voice sank to a whisper—"l've forgotten what I said."