ould say: 'Just see what I suffer for _your_
sake, Podger;' did she have a sick headache from drinking too much
Young Hyson, she would tie up her face in camphor, and say: 'Only see,
Podger, how much I bear for _your_ sake;' did she catch cold from
standing too long before a dry-goods shop window, she would go and sit
in a dark room with a flannel stocking round her neck, murmuring: 'I
was a goose ever to marry such a fool of a man as you be,--but I am
willing to suffer even this for _your_ sake.' In fact," says the Honest
Abe, commencing to cut his nails,--"in truth, that woman was always
suffering for Podger's sake, and Podger felt himself to be a guilty
man.

"One day, I remember, my friend Podger and his wife were going to
Chicago to buy a new set of furs for Podger's sake, and just as Podger
got comfortably nested in his seat in the car, the suffering woman ate
a lozenge, and says she: 'I shan't be fit to live, Podger, if you don't
go out to the baggage car again, and make certain sure that they'll get
all our baggage.'

"Now Podger had been out six times before to see about the same thing,"
says the Honest Abe, earnestly; "he'd been out six times before, and
began to feel wrathy. '_Our_ baggage!' says he, 'OUR baggage! Mrs.
Podger.' Here my friend Podger grew very red in the face, and says he:
'I rather like that, you know,--OUR baggage!--two brass-bound trunks
and covers, belonging to Mrs. Podger; three carpet-bags and one
reticule with steel lock, the property of Mrs. P.; two bandboxes and a
green silk umbrella, belonging to Mary Jane Podger; three shawls tied
up in a newspaper, and two baskets, owned by Mrs. M. J. Podger; one
clean collar and a razor, carried by Job Podger. OUR baggage!'

"Here my friend Podger attempted to laugh sardonically behind his
collar, and came near going straight into apoplexy. Would you believe
it," says the Honest Abe, poking the political chap in the ribs with
his jack-knife, "would you believe it? Mrs. Podger burst at once into
bitter tears, and says she: 'Oh, o-h! a-hoo-hoo-hoo! to think I should
have to suffer in this way for my husband's sake!' It wasn't long after
that," says the Honest Abe, lowering his tone, "it wasn't very long
after that, when Mrs. P. took a violent cold on her lungs, from
standing too long on the damp ground at a camp-meeting for Podger's
sake, and was soon a very sick woman.

"What particularly frightened my friend Podger was, that she didn't say
th