A TOUGHING TALE

NZ Truth, Issue 138, 8 February 1908, Page 5

A TOUGHING TALE

OF MAN'S WICKEDNESS AND WOMAN'S WOE. The Chow's Wife and a Bai, Bold Butcher. An Outraged Wife Beats Her Hubby Black aid Blue. This paper has no time for the Chow, or the Chow's moll, or the man who consorts with the Chow's moll, and of these three the latter is the most contemptible. It is with a thing of this breed that this particular article is going to deal, and m dealing with a man who shares a tart with a Chinaman there is no need to put kid gloves on or any other sort of gloves, therefore no gloves will be used, and if the gentleman doesn't like it, he's only got himself to blame. His name might be Brown but it isn't, but Brown will do for the purpose of this story. He's a butcher by trade ahd works at present m some sOrt of a local dead meat factory. But apparently his inclinations run more towards handling laced mutton than .mutton chops. Now, Brown is blessed with ■. a wife— -a fine block of a woman with blue eyes and fair hair, and a tongue that can cough up adjectives good and free when her monkey's up, but they can ,all do that. If Brown had been content with his wife, and paid her that respect and regard which she deserves this story would have remained untold. But he isn't content, be musfr cavort round with another woman, and A CHINAMAN'S MOLL at that; if you please. It's true that there is no accounting for taste, but there ought to be a limit somewhere, and surely a Chow's harlot is well over the fence ! It seems that a ChOw and his white missus live somewhere m the vicinity of the shop where Brown hands out the sausage meat, and Mrs Chow patronises the show when her lord thinks he could keep a grilled chop dOwn. The lady used to talk while Brown was cuting up the dead sheep's ribs, and he used to - linger lovingly over her hand when counting out the change. There is - only one ending to that sort of thing. . Brown forgot his wife at home, forgot that the hew queen of his heart was another man's wife, m tact, forgot everything, and just waded into his love-making with the ent Jus:asra of a schoolboy eating apple pi<\ Anyhow, they made things a bit too wiring, and his Chowship began to susnect things. So he spun a good fairy tale one day about go^ ing into the country to buy vegetabl*<s, or Drass-h2ad-°d tacks, or something, t-ut never a bit -of country did he seo. He. just fort°.d round nice and handy until -ni_vhtt_.il, and then sw-oo.eH down en the dovecot like the piiocco that siz-led up Sennacherib. Brown was there all right. It wasn't exactly Rugby that they played, but tho Chow's boot took a prominent part m the K -ame, and Brown lit out ciuick for his own domestic domicile and the bosom of his legal spouse, but she didn't meet him with outstretched arms, nor offer to MASSAGE HIS BRUISES. As a plain matter of fact, she gave him a bad time, because, like, the Ohow, she had become suspicious herself, and was wise that hubby's erratic hours of late were not due to overtime . or teaching, a night bible class, or anything like that. But this was only : the . beginning of things with Brown. Although kicked out of the Chow's house, he kept the frame going good and willing. He used to make appointments ,'and long excursions into the suburbs followed. The missus also followed. She copped the pair m the Newtown Park one night, and sailed m to .: give the precious lady what-ho, but her beautiful husband took the. side of his Chow's moll, and hung on to his own wife while the other brazen faggot dealt stoush. The poor wife would have got particular sweet afp if a couple of men-o'-warsmen hadn't happened along and hauled Brown off. They wanted to see a fair fight, and fairly howled with delight when the "little •un" (the wife) put her enemy to rout and cleared the boards^ Domestic •happiness was very much below par m. the Brown home that night. In the morning Brown made some rude remarks, but when his Wife reached for a pot of boiling water. 'he punched the breeze. the next trouble rose down at the Chow's place. The Chow was away (dinkum away, this time), and Mrs Brown got wind of the fact that hubby was up there having a good time, so SHE GOT A BIG STICK and made tracks for that Ohow den. iOf bourse she was angry -or she Wouldn't have taken the stick, but angry doesn't describe her when she looked into tho Chow's kitchen, and saw iter- husband on a chair nursing the Chow's wSfe. That was just too strong. The Chow's wife fled like blazes before the onslaught, but Brown was up against it all right, and he didn't take it smiling either. When she had finished with Hiih he was not only Brown, but black and likewise blue. Of course, this sort of thin!g can't go on for ever, or how would Divorce Court judges get a living ? The end will come m the usual way unless this coot Brown takes this paper's advice and takes a pull. What sort of a pig is he anyway to go dotty on a woman who has got no more respect for herself than to consort with a CMnamah 1 His moral senses must be perverted or absolutely lacking. Perhaps he dropped them into the sausage, meat one day. and the cat " ate them. Anyhow, this should be a lesson to him, and TTruth" hopes to hear of his speedy reformation, and see him enter upon a new life of purity and blessedness.