The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1894-02-17

seat at the fountain, approached, fol-
lowed by his friend.
According to tho sun, it should bo
midday, my Xantippe. am hungry.
lfthe midday meal is prepared, we will
partake of it. Euclid, too, will bear us
company.
Daphne smiled maliciously at the
thought that the philosopher and his
pupil were likely this day at least to go
hungry.
Xantippe, however, blushed with
shame. She arose from he0seat trem-
bling, and standing with downcast head
before her husband in faltering tones
explained why the midday meal was
not prepared.
She had asked him hours ago for
money to buy food, but he had given
her none.
Euclid laughed jeerngly at her
words, but Socrates replied mildly:
Justice is one of the chieftest virtues
belonging to man. AS gave thee no
money at thy request, tho fault is mine.
The next time, however, my Xantippe,
when l do not heed thy words, raise thy
voice and continue speaking until thou
succeedest in attracting my attention.
Let the evening meal, therefore, be pre-
pared earlier than usual. And now
fetch us vessel of wine, that we may
continue our discourse with minds and
bodies refreshed
Xantippe's beautiful face cleared up
ut Socrates quiet words. Thou seest,"
she whispered when she and Daphne
were alone together again, "how kind
and just he is
And she kept her husbands advice,
to raise her voice while speaking to him,
fixed firmly in her memory.
The next day, therefore, when Soc
rates turned deaf ear to her request
for money-he being at that time in
earnest conversation with Daphne's hus-
band, Antisthenes-sh raised her voice.
as she had been hidden by him, and as
he still continued oblivious to her re-
quest she screamed, in voice so shrill
and loud that she herself was startled
at the sound of it, Socrates, give me
some money!
Tho philosopher, disturbed and anx-
ious to continue his discourse with his
friend, promptly complied with her de-
mand.
In very few days, however, Soc
rates ears became accustomed to his
wifes tones, shrill as they had grown.
And Aantippe, on her part, found it
Neutrality-suspicious. as she was by
this time to the high key necessary to
mako herself audible to her husband
to lower her voice when speaking to
others.
81 f.o,.n 4 L..
ingly to Xantippe's friends and her
own: "Nantippe's voice grows harsher
and shriller every day. Not content
with screaming at her philosopher, she
begins now to scream at us.
Xantippe soon found it necessary to
ask Socrates for money to buy now gar
ments. When she succeeded mt last in
making her husband understand what
1T was she required, he shook his head
doubtfully and answered:
In my eyes, my Xantippe, thou art
beautiful and lovely i'll thy present gar
mcnts-old and shabby though they be.
Beware of vanity, which is also de-
mon.''
Xantippe. however, was not satisfied
with this judgm ent of her husband. phi
A'oophCi tIouSu IlO WIS, concerning tho
garment she was wearing. Daphne, too,
assured her that tho robe was not fit to
be worn.
When, therefore, Xantippe for sec
ond time, with tears and shrill upbraid-
ings, insisted on Socrates complying
with her desire, the philosopher, to be
lid of her, gave her three times as much
money as she had asked for And Nan
tippc, overjoyed, was able to buy for
herself, besides the coveted garments, Il
fllet of gold fcr her hair, and an arm
let III the shape of Il serpent of an Egyp-
tan who sold iewelry in tho bazaar.
From that day Xantippcs voice grew
louder and louder, until her husband
grew to shudder at the very sound of it.
And not only Daphne, but soon all
Athens-all Groecc-all the world
proclaimed Xantippc Il scold and Il
shrow who, by her complaints and up
braidings, made the life of her philoso-
pher husband Il burden to him.
Poor Aantippc Translated From the
German For Short Stories.