The Midnight Memory Lapse of a Seattle Husband

A wife sent her husband up town for 'something' early in the evening. On the way he met a friend and they spent an hour in an animated dispute as to whether Hayes or Tilden had the best chance for an election, and when he left his friend at the corner of Fourth and Vine Streets, he had entirely forgotten what his wife had sent him after. It was in vain that he tried to think up his forgotten errand. For three long, weary hours he wandered around from saloon to saloon, trying to stimulate his unreliable brain and prick up his memory. 'Twas no use. The more he stimulated, the more he didn't remember. He hated to go home and acknowledge as much to his wife, and so he just dropped in on his friends to gather a little sympathy. After he had managed to scrape considerable of that article together, and just as the clock on the church was chiming the midnight hour, the telegraph editor opened a dispatch and remarked that the Associated Press announced the death of a prominent doctor. 'By the jumping Juniper Jupiter, I remember now,' said the visitor, rising slowly from his seat and turning as pale as a cholera patient; 'I remember now. My wife had the cramp colic and sent me to bring the doctor! D—n politics!' And he shot out of the door after the doctor without staying to hear what the news was in New York.