The day came, and when the minister asked the important question the man answered: 

“I will.”

Then the parson said to the woman: 

“Wilt thou have this man to be thy wedded husband?” and she said: 

“I will.”

“Why,” said the young man furiously, “you said you would say ‘I winna.’”

“I know that,” said the young woman, “but I’ve changed my mind since.”

Charles Stuart, formerly senator from Michigan, was traveling by stage through his own state.  The weather was bitter cold, the snow deep, and the roads practically unbroken.  The stage was nearly an hour late at the dinner station and everybody was cross and hungry.

In spite of the warning, “Ten minutes only for refreshments,” Senator Stuart sat down to dinner with his usual deliberation.  When he had finished his first cup of coffee the other passengers were leaving the table.  By the time his second cup arrived the stage was at the door.  “All aboard!” shouted the driver.  The senator lingered and called for a third cup of coffee.

While the household, as was the custom, assembled at the door to see the stage oft, the senator calmly continued his meal.  Suddenly, just as the stage was starting, he pounded violently on the dining-room table.  The landlord hurried in.  The senator wanted a dish of rice-pudding.  When it came he called for a spoon.  There wasn’t a spoon to be found.

“That shock-headed fellow took ’em!” exclaimed the landlady.  “I knew him for a thief the minute I laid eyes on him.”

The landlord jumped to the same conclusion.

“Hustle after that stage!” he shouted to the sheriff, who was untying his horse from the rail in front of the tavern.  “Bring ’em all back.  They’ve taken the silver!”

A few minutes later the stage, in charge of the sheriff, swung around in front of the house.  The driver was in a fury.

“Search them passengers!” insisted the landlord.

But before the officer could move, the senator opened the stage door, stepped inside, then leaned out, touched the sheriff’s arm and whispered: 

“Tell the landlord he’ll find his spoons in the coffee-pot.”

SUBWAYS

Any one who has ever traveled on the New York subway in rush hours can easily appreciate the following: 

A little man, wedged into the middle of a car, suddenly thought of pickpockets, and quite as suddenly remembered that he had some money in his overcoat.  He plunged his hand into his pocket and was somewhat shocked upon encountering the fist of a fat fellow-passenger.

“Aha!” snorted the latter.  “I caught you that time!”

“Leggo!” snarled the little man.  “Leggo my hand!”

“Pickpocket!” hissed the fat man.

“Scoundrel!” retorted the little one.

Just then a tall man in their vicinity glanced up from his paper.