Democratic Sentinel, Volume 8, Number 40, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 31 October 1884 — The Lover’s Fatal Slunder. [ARTICLE]

The Lover’s Fatal Slunder.

“Louisa,” said he, as they, despising a plurality of chairs and practicing an economy of gas, sat in the parlor together, a few evenings before the rising of the honeymoon—“ Louisa, I ought to tell you that I belong to a Masonic lodge, and have to attend its session; so, dearest, when we are married, you musn’t fret if some evenings I have to be away from my own wifey-pifey." And the designing villain chuckled at his prudence. “Of course I won’t, William,” she said, softly; “how many lodges do you belong to ?” “Only one, darling,” he answered. “And when does it meet? How often? On what evening?” “Oh, once a week—on—on Thursdays.” “Very well; then I shall have you at home every other evening in the week —that will be so nice. ” And as she took out her tiny notebook and made a memorandum on the subject, he felt that, after all, he had made a mistake. — New York Mail.