New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1894-11-28

him az lamb for the slaughter, and
where was the use Of further struggle?
A few words an appallingly brief
ceremony-and Major Teller was mar
rtod to Miss Pstiencei
IS Take the market basket, my dear,
said the Raunt bride, and stay-yon'd
bstter carry tho umbrella too. We'll
20 right home. OLD folks like you and
me don t care for wedding tours, do we?"'
The major looked piteously at his
better half and made no answer. She,
however, waited for none, but drew him
along with quiet determination that
argued i'll for the future.
':Give me the key to the room, my
dear, " said Mrs. Pettigrew Teller. ''I'd
better keep it in FUTURE
The major handed over the key with
out a word of remonstrance, and his eld-
erly wife opened the door.
"We'll slick up things little" said
Mrs. Teller, bundling the majors be-
loved papers together and pitching his
box of cigars out of the window.
''But, Miss Patience''-
"What!''
MY dear wife, I mean!''
''Ah, yes. What were you about to
remark?''
my cigars-I''-
ooh, we'll, I don't like smoke-never
did! wish you'd take all these coats
and things out of the wardrobe. I want
it for dresses. -
''But where shall keep them, Miss
Pa
"What did you say?''
Mrs. Teller, would remark
''Oh, under the bed or somewherel
You must have plenty of money. By the
way, suppose you give me the money to
keep now, my dear. I'll manage it a
great deal more economically than you
will be likely to-
''But''-
"Give me the money, I say
Major Teller meekly put his hand
into his pocket and submissively hand
ed over the purse.
The major crept silently away, think
ing how, the last time he crossed that
threshold, he was a free man, and now:
''I'm marriedl' mused Major Teller
II couldn' t help it. It wasn't my fault,
but here am, no money, no cigars, no
freedom-worse than any galley slave.
Sixty years old next month and mar
ried to Patience Pettigrewp'
He walked disconsolately down the
street, both hands in his empty pockets
and his hat tipped recklessly down over
his eyes.
He stopped at the street corner, IN
certain which way to go. But as he
gazed the bright, steely glimmer of the
river caught his eye.
"All right,'' muttered Sempronius
modify. 'I'll go and drown myself.
It's a short way out of long lane of
difficulty. Anything but going back to
Patience Pettigrew.
"Want boat, STRIP demanded a stur-
dy man.
Eyes, " said the major; 'tIwant Cha
ron's boat to row me over the Styx."
Don't know him, sir, " said the puz-
zled boatman, 'but mines sound and
light and"-s
The major waited to hear no more,
but gave blind downward jump.
Down, down with that peculiar SEN
sation of falling so familiar to US all
n-down-until-
"Beg pardon, sir, but the church is
goin to be shut up, and everybody's
gone Hope you've had a good nap,
sir?'
The sexton spoke satirically, but in
his tones Major Teller recognized hope
and freedom. He started wildly to his
feet.
Major Teller satisfied the sexton with
donation whose liberality astonished
even that parsonage and went at once
to hotel to engage rooms.
."I'll send for my things, - he thought.
II won't go back to that house. I'm
not married, and I don't mean to be
married."
Discretion is the better part of valor
and Miss Patience Pettigrew remains
Miss Patience Pettigrew still. But Ma
jor Teller goes to church very regularly
now!-Exchange.