Helena weekly herald. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1867-1900, 1875-07-29
sHERIDAN.S MARRIED LIFE.
What Mrs. Sheridan Read to the Lieuten
nnt.General from the Newspapers.

Ant.(iener0l from the Newspapers.
From the Rochester Democrat and Chronicle.]
lis this true?" said Mrs. Sheridan to the
Lieutenant General yesterday; and she read
from the Independent:
The papers say that General Sheridan IS
to be married to-day. Perhaps SO; bat am
not SO certain of it, remembering an aDecdote
in regard to the General when | was for q
few days, il not upon his staff, assuredly
within his circle. 4 young lady, it seems,
was quite desirous that the brilliant sdbreur,
who was sojourning under the same roof,
should take a walk with her lie declined to
do so, upon the plea Of threatening weather.
A little while after the lady detected him iE
the act of stealing out Of the front door alone
Upon charging him with the inconsistency of
his conduct, he replied, Yes, Miss, yes. The
weather is too bad for two of us, but |
thought it might be good enough for one"
''Never heard of i. before" said the little
man, nervously scattering the ashes Of his
cigar on the lady's best lamp-mat
"H'm!" said Mrs. Sheridan; ''but ii is
written for the Independent, religious paper.
and by the lsev-the Reverend William n.
Baker"
''And who in thunder" said the General, !"
is the Reverend William Baker?"
''Phillip," said Mrs. Sheridan, solemnly,
Il observe by your excitement that there is
something here which must be investigated.
I don't think you show proper respect for me
in such terms as who in thunder Perhaps
you take me for your black servant-possihly
rebel ia disguise. And | do think that a
man who could be 50 rude to Il young lady is
not g bit too gentlemanly to be so 10 his only
wife"
''Well, we'll, my dear said the General,
soothiDgly.
''And SO you always interrupt me- Philip
continued Mrs. Sheridan, cvidencing some
excitement. Il can't say anything but you
flare up and interrupt me with such violence
SIS who in thunder Now, please, if may
be SO bold IS to say something in this house
and without calling for the protection of my
pa-now please let us consider this matter.
Here is q reverend gentleman who presents
the story. Would he be guilty Of falsehood
Here is religious journal of far more than
average responsibility which prints the story.
Would the Independent lic?'
Il can only say" said the General, sen1en-
tiously, mot guilty."
But" said Mrs. Sheridan, $50 says MIR.
Beecher."
swell" said the General, casually bracing
himself with the aid of the arms of bis chair,
and elevating his cigar until it overtopped the
point of his nose, ''If you believe in the
Reverend Mr.. Baker because he is clergy
man, and don't believe in the Reverend MIR.
Beecher, who is clergyman, where is your
logic"
!'Phillip," said Mrs. Sheridan, after 9
pause, ''hand me the harshorn, if you please.
N-now tell me, if you can, what would in
duce the Reverend Mr.. Baker to tell this
atrocious falsehood, if it is falsehood?"
The General said to himself, ''There's tao
tics don't understand, BY Joye. Whip this
person at one point, and she comes up happy
and confident at another. Take the soul
away from her suspicion, and she creates one
that is so entirely conclusive in her own mind
endeavor to buffet the unceasing hurricane,
Or mop back the unreasoning ocean, US Mrs.
Partington did,
''Well, Phillip" said Mrs. Sheridan, in
terrcgatively, bitter smile Of triumph hav-
ing gradually mounted her countenance dur
ing the pause.
And the General said, "Upon my soul,
don't know. STAY" he added, excitedly
throwing his cigar out Of the window. He
read the joke over again, went to his library.
took down volume of Charles Lamb, found
the identical humor credited to the Rev. VIM
NJ. Baker, read it to Mrs. Sheridan, pointed
to the date of the publication of the work,
and said triumphantly: "What do you think
now?'
''Dear me-" said Mrs. Sheridan, with
panied expression, 'Idon't know who to trust
any more. l must have that hartshorn again,
Phillip; have a terrible headache" Where
upon Mrs. Sheridan went directly to bed. and
the General marched gayly down the street,
whistling, Hail to the Chief" pausing be-
tween lines, however, to chuckle and remark,
"By Jove! l got her that time"
Minnie Sherman.Fitch.