The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-02-21

ton, her touch to compel to a noble reaii-
zatlon. My conceptions and my resolve
were magnificent; and ii was with scant
patience that l waited for the moment
when, in the solitude of my own snug
study, my pen should start me on the cer-
tain road to fame.
The morning came when, my honey
incoming done, awoke to the enveoping
fog of my suburban Parnassus. Barely
! remember could l tolerate the sordid
delays Of breakfast; my soul was hutter-
ing on wings and yearning for it's flight
But at last at last, the moment of my
life--of our liveS-as l told Castalia, was
come, and ] must for n few hours forego
the pleasure of her company to seclude
myself while | Transcribed the thoughts,
ii may be asked, implant upon your brow
the kiss of inspiration and send you with
her blessing TO your work? Alas that |
must answer emphatically. No! She
grew, on the contrary, crimson in the face
with anger and disappointment, and asked
in tones of injured wifehood. Who, then,
was to pump out her hind wheel. am who
was TO carry her bicycle down the steps?
1t was a critical moment. For a few
seconds was, perhaps fortunately
speeches.. l then sat down opposite my
wife, and dd-what should possibly have
have been done before. instead of after,
marriage. ! asked her TO explain to me
something of the ways of women. and Of
what, i'm the majority of cases, were the
requirements of wives from husbands?
] learned then first that IL had long ceas-
ed to be matter of ambition with a Wo-
man that her husband should possess in
tellect or distinctions; these qualities were
a hindrance rather than otherwise In the
path of an intending husband. You
see, my wife explained in the phrase
ology which she assured me was then po-
litely current, there is now a slump In
geniuSes, heroes and persons of renown--
as husbands. Geniuscs," she said, "are
helpless cyclists; and what with public.
social and athletic duties, a woman's life
is now so fully occupied she really has no
time to daily round the selfish caprices Of
"a dyspeptic. Then, with heroes-well.
there's always the. chance of their being
sent to prison. or being lost in Polar seas
or somewhere and It Is awkward to be de-
priVed of ones only husband In this sort
of way; while, as for persons of real re-
noWn, such as criCketers, or successful
noVel-writers, why of course we can get
that sort of fame for ourselves now. and
that Is far more interesting"
AZ this point interrupted her to inquire
not without anxiety. what might have
been her reasons for accepting me,
We'll she replied with promptitude,
81 must confess 10 having entirely mis-
understood your bent of mind, and 7 viii
frankly admit chat. had | suspected You
OF tendency toward talent, should not
''You would not have married me. in
deed" I cried. with an indignation that
But / cannot, unfortunately, describe
my feelings. for at that critical moment
they were smothered by the warm grasp
of two arms around my neck. You silly
old thing" she whispered. do you really
want to know why l married you2 Well
of course. | thought you would be strong
and helpful. companionable and common
place, wouldn't lose your temper II came
home late for dinner, and-and-- But,
mol could never, never tell you the chief
reason of all-you would grow too conceit-
ed you shall never know"
Being well aware of the importance OF
the lurking postscript in a woman's
mind, ! replied sternly as ] put her coldly
from me, "Castgii1, I insist upon the
truth ] demand 10 know what was the
rh'et reason I'm your mind for accepting
me-"
Hesitation and resolve chased each other
alternately across her face. till the So
verify Of my cold eye at length forced