Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1894-12-25
NEW SERIES &c u XIX, NO. 81

paralyzet Miss Pet grew had eaptuIed
him as lamb for the slaughter and
where Was the use OF further struggles
A few words -an appai ihngly brief
ceremony Major Teller was mar
ried to Miss Patiencsl
Take the market basket my dears
said the gaunt bride stand stay--yousd
better carry the umbrella too. Wen
go right home Old folks like you and
me don care for wedding tours. doNei''
The major looked piteously at his
better half and made no answer, She
Sowever, waited for none, but drew him
along with quiet deternlina lion that
argued i'll for the fnture
Give mo 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 remonsrance and his eld-
erly wife opened the door.
Wen slick up things a little, said
Mrs. Teller, bundling the majors be-
loved papers together and pitching his
box of cigars out of the window.
But. Miss Patience
ssWhatl,,
My dear wife, Imeapi'
.'Ah, yes What were you about to
remarks''
.'Ay oigars-I''
ssOh, well, I don't like smoke-neyer
didl Iwish you'd take all these coats
and things out of the wardrobe. want
it for dresses, y
But where shall I keep them. Miss
.swhat did you says,,
Mrs. Teller, i would remarki,-
''Oh, under the bed or somewherel
You must have plenty of money. BY the
way, suppose you give mo the money to
keep noN my dear. I'll manage it a
great deal more economically than you
will be likely to. !"
stBut,-
Give me the money. ] say.
Major Teller meelrly put lis hand
/ into his pocket and submissively hand
ed over the purse.
The major crept silently away, think
1 ing how, the last time he crossed that
| threshold, he was free man, and now:
Tim married. mused Major Teller.
II couldn' It help it. It WASH t my fault,
but here am, no money. no cigars, no
freedom than any galley slave.
Sixty years old next month and mar
ried to Patience Pettigrewl"
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, un-
certain which way to go But as he
gazed the bright, steely glimmer of the
river caught his eye
GAIL right, muttered Sempronius
moodily. ''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 a boat, sirG'' demanded a stur-
dy man.
ron's boat to row me over the Styx.
Don't know him, sir, said the puz-
zled boatman, "but mines sound and
light an"
The major waited to hear no more,
but gave blind downward jump.
Down, down with, that peculiar sem
sation of falling so familiar to us ALL
down-down-un
Beg pardon, sir, but tho church is
goin to be shut up, and everybody y's
gone. Hope you've had good nap,
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 hberality astonished
even that parsonage and went at once
to hotel to engage rooms.
''I,ll send for my things, !" no Thought.
''I won't go back to that house. I'm
not married, and 1 don't mean to be
marriedl"
Discretion is the better part Of yalo1
and Miss Patience Pettigrew remains
Miss Patience Pettigrew still. But Ma.
jor Teller goes to church very regularly
now