Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1893-10-19

You don't know what you are do
ing" said friend, who had known the
major long and we'll. Hannibal Spar
hawk will wear aud fret the life out of
you. He has the officers of his regi.
mcnt at his house as often us 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?n
In due time-early In autumn-tian.
nibal Sparhawk and Sylvia Aspen be-
came man and wife.
The major had planned to have the
wedding q 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
1t 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-staf and line, about City of
! them
vi suppose such dinner means wine
and tobacco. and plenty of it?' said
| Sylvia.
Certainly" responded her husband.
| when invite my friends to my house
] expect to treat them according to the
fashion of the times"
"Then, Hannibal, would rather you
did not invite them"
The major laughed Mt the absurdity
of his wife's whim. Sylvia was mild
but firm.
"Of course" she said, with smile,
you. will do in this matter as you
please"
"Of course--I WILL" declared the
husband, emphatically. "You know
what told you in the beginning
must be master in my own house."
But" interposed Sylvia, with the
sweetest smile imaginable, suppose ]
could show you that the greatest posi-
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 Sparhawl,
felt a nipping at his ear, as 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 al
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
tcntion as friends of her husband that
they went away loud in her praise.
1t was on pleasant evening of the
following spring that the social circle
connected with our religious society
met at the majors house. Late in the
evening knot of gentlemen were
seated in the great oriel of the bacl
parlor, while at the center table neal
by 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 orinions Of his host
The major was fred in moment.
81 will tell you, STRIP he exclaimed
shifting his huge fist upon his knee
9Th, political sentiments which"
Hark!
1t was the tapping of knitting
needle upon the arm of Sylvias chair.
The major looked up and met the
glance of his wife. He coughed ant
stammered, and then smiled as he said:
'We won't enter into political dis
cussion in the presence of ladies. Al
another time, deacon, | will give yor
my opinion upon the matter"
On their way home Deacon Rich ant
Squire Lewis walked together.
well, deacon, what do you thinl
now about poor little Sylvia's daring
to say her souls her own in the pres
| ChCC VI uCT nus Dduu!
II am amazed" confessed the deacon
"Why, bless me! she rules him with
rod of iron"
"And yet" suggested Lewis, "ht
seems happy and contented."
"Aye-and there's the wonder.
can't comprehend it--can you?"
II think | can. There is one way, anc
one way only, in which small, weal
woman can entirely subjugate and con
troll a brusque, herculean husband The
major is not governed against his will
lin fact, his wife does not directly
govern him at all. She leads him tc
govern himself"
Other people wondered as Deacon
Rich wondered, 'or it was apparent tc
all that the doughty man of war and
buster 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, sirl' was his emphatic reply.
"Rut you do her bidding, neverthe.
less"
II do Just what pleases me-" said the
major, loftily; "and if it pleases me tc
please my wife whose business is it?"-
Boston Globe.
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