LOSING A WIFE IN LONDON FOG.

Temuka Leader, Issue 1116, 3 July 1883, Page 3

LOSING A WIFE IN LONDON FOG.

A few days ago a countryman friend with his wife, who is young, and handsomer than he is, essayed to go out for a little shopping The fog was dreadful.' In attempting to cross the street they got cut off and separated by an intervening cab. The husband landed on the opposite curb and supposed his wife to be at his heels. Astonished to find sh* was not, he rushed back. Meantime his wife had crossed in pursuit; of him. He became alarmed and ran up the street and down again in fruitless search. The aid of the police was, invoked, and after a vain search, somebody suggested lhat ‘Madam might have, taken cab and gone to the hotel.’ Visions of an elopement haunted the mind of the jealous husband, and he drove to the hotel. Madame was there, and she was in a ‘ style of mind.’ She was mad, very mad, and aoy one with the usual experience can imagine how tropical she made it for him. He told me confidently that the little episode cost him well on £SO. Of course, apologies have no commercial value. Nothing less than one of those 50-guinea Regent-street fur dolmans restores harmony in such a case. Nothing less did in (his, at any rate. Moral ; Don’t go out shopping in London on a foggy day with your wife, without having a string tied to her —London Correspondence New York Tribune.