"GIVE ME MY HUSBAND !"

BY T. S. ARTHUR.

"HARRY is weak-headed, Davidson. Don't tempt him; you're an old hand at the bellows, and can stand ten times what he can."

"I know. A single glass makes him as merry as a cricket."

"Then why keep asking him to drink? Or why persuade him to meet with us every evening? He is much better at home, with his young wife. Poor creature! If her husband keeps your company long, I pity her."

"Ha! ha!" laughed Davidson, "If he does keep my company, he will find himself in seven leagued boots. I go it fast."

"So you do, and, therefore, should not take a man like Harry Jones by the hand. Let him go his own gait, and do you go yours. There is room enough for you both."

"But I like to get hold of a fellow such as he is, now and then, just for the fun of the thing. It wont hurt him to get a little merry occasionally."

"I am not so certain of that. A man like him is very apt to go down rapidly when he once gets a fondness for drink. You and I can stand it well enough. We can enjoy ourselves; but Harry Jones, depend upon it, is in great danger."

"Never fear. I'll put his head under water a few