Griggs courier., 1893-10-06

"You don't know what you are do
ing" said friend. who had known the
major long and WELL Hannibal Spar
hawk will wear and fret the life out of
you. He has the officers of his regi-
ment at his house as often as once
week; and when they come they make
a night of it. It's dreadful the way
they carry on; and the punch and the
wine that is drank and the tobacco that
is smoked is beyond account. You
don't think he will give up these things,
do you?"
In due time-early in autumn-Han.
nibal Sparhawk and Sylvia Aspen be-
came man and wife.
The major had planned to have the
wedding grand affair-to have his
military friends present in full panoply,
with full band of music and appro-
pirate fixings. but Sylvia persuaded
him not. She said but little, just
enough to make him understand that
it would please her to have it different,
and he concluded to please her.
They had been married two weeks
when the major proposed that he would
invite the officers of his regiment to
dinner-staff and line, about tifty of
| them.
81 suppose such dinner means wine
and tobacco. and plenty of it?' said
Sylvia.
Certainly" responded her husband.
''When invite my friends to my house
I expect to treat them according to the
fashion of the times"
"Then, Hannibal, would rather you
did not invite them
The major laughed at the absurdity
of his wife's whinl. Sylvia was mild
but firm.
''Of course" she said, with a smile,
''you will do in this matter as you
please"
'Of course-I will," declared the
husband. emphatically. ''You know
what 1 told you in the beginning-l
must be master in my own house,"
''But," interposed Sylvia, with the
sweetest smile imaginable, suppose
could show you that the greatest possi-
BILE amount of comfort and joy you can
find will come from pleasing me"'
"Eh?"
She kissed him and then ran away.
Already Maj. Hannibal Sparhawk
felt nipping at his ear. Is though
something was biting it.
Days and weeks passed and the off,
GERS OF the grand old regiment were
not invited to the proposed reunion at
the majors.
1t was whispered that his wife would
not allow it, and yet when the officers
individually had occasion to call at the
majors residence Sylvia treated them
SO kindly and SO considerably and be.
slowed upon them SO much careful at
tention as friends of her husband that
they went away loud in her praise
1t was on a pleasant evening of the
following spring that the social circle
connected with our religious society
met at the majors house. Late in the
evening a knot of gentlemen were
seated in the great oriel of the back
parlor: while at the center table near
~ were few of the ladies at work.
In the oriel the conversation turned
upon national affairs. Deacon Rich
advanced an idea in opposition to the
cherished political opinions of his host.
The major was fred in q moment.
II will tell you, STRIP he exclaimed,
shifting his huge fist upon his knee,
''thc political sentiments which,"
Hark!
1t was the tapping of knitting
needle upon the arm of Sylvia's chair.
The major looked up and met the
glance of his wife. He coughed and
stammered, and then smiled as he said:
"We won't enter into political dis.
cussion in the presence of ladies. Al
another time, deacon, I will give you
my opinion upon the matter"
On their way home Deacon Rich and
Squire Lewis walked together.
"Well, deacon, what do YOU think
now about poor little Sylvias daring
to say her souls her own in the pres.
ence of her husband?''
IL am amazed" confessed the deacon.
'Why, bless me! she rules him with a
rod of iron.''
"And yet" suggested Lewis, ''he
seems happy and contented."
"Aye-and there's the wonder.
can't comprehend it-can you?"
II think can. There is one way, and
one way only, in which small, weak
woman can entirely subjugate and con-
! I
major is not governed against his will
lin fact, his wife does not directly
govern him at all She leads him to
govern himself"
Other people wondered as Deacon
Rich wondered, for it was apparent to
all that the doughty man of war and
bluster had. become model husband.
The only man, perhaps, who did not
wonder was the major himself He
was content with the prize he had
gained. Once friend asked him if he
was not governed by his wife.
mo, sir!'' was his emphatic reply.
''Eut you do her bidding, neverthe-
less"
II do just what pleases me-" said the
major, loftily; land if it pleases me to
please my wife whose business is it?"-
Boston Globe.
A Sense Of Justice.
In a certain town in the great state
Of Michigan is a justice of the peace
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