Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1894-03-13
NEW SERIES, VOL. xxx, NO. II.

seat at the fountain, approached, fol
lowed by his friend.
According to the sun, it should be
midday, my Xantippe. I am hungry.
If the midday meal is prepared, we will
partake of it. Euclid, too, will bear MS
company.
Daphne smiled malieiously at the
thought that the philosopher and his
pupil We're likely this day at least to so
hungry.
Xantippe, however, blushed with
shame. She arose FROM her seat treln-
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 jeeringly at her
words, but Socrates replled mildly:
Justice is one of the chieftest virtues
belonging to man. AS gave thee no
money at thy request, the fault is mine
The next time, however, my Xantippe,
when 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
continue our discourse with minds and
bodies refreshed.''
Xantippe's beautiful face cleared up
at Socrates quiet words. Thou seest, %
she Whispered when she and Daphne
We're alone together again, how kind
and just he is.
Ia l-a,E I,a,
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 obliyious 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 moneyin
The 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
wife's tones, shrill as they had grown.
And Xantippe, on her part, found it
lmpossible-accustomed as she was by
this time to the high key necessary to
make herself audible to her husband
to lower her voice when speaking to
others.
Daphne therefore remarked complain
ingly to Xantippe's friends and her
own: 'Xantippe's voice grows harsher
and shriller every day. Not content
with screaming at her philosopher, she
begins now to scream at u.s."
Gantippe soon found it necessary to
ask Socrates for money to buy new gar
ments. When she succeeded at last in
making her husband understand what
it was she required, he shook his head
doubtfully and answered:
In my eyes, my Xantippe, thou art
beautiful and lovely in thy present gar
ments-old and shabby though they be.
Beware of vanity, which is also de-
mon."
Xantippe, however, was not satisfied
with this Judgment of her husband, phi
losopher though he was. concerning the
garment she was wearing. Daphne, too,
assured her that the robe was not fit to
be worn.
NAcn, bucEtlOTeS @AduJlppS IOr sec
ond time, with tears and shrill upbraid.
ings, insisted on Socrates complying
with her desire, the philosopher, to be
rid of her, gave her three times as much
money as she had asked for. And Kan
tippe, overjoyed, was able to buy for
herself, besides the coveted garments, a
fillet of gold for her hair, and an arm
let in the shape of serpent, of an Egyp.
tian who sold jewelry in the bazaar.
From that day Xaptippe's 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 Greece-all the world
proclaimed Xantippe scold and a
shrew who, by her complaints and up
braidings, made the life of her philoso-
pher husband burden to him.
Poor Xantippe TRANSLATED From the
German For Short Stories.