The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1897-02-26

scribe my feelings, for at that critical
moment they We're smothered by the
warm grasp of two arms around my
neck, You silly old thing" she whis-
pered, do you really want to know
why | married you? Well, of course, l
thought you would be strong and help
full, companionable and commonplace,
wouldn't lose your temper If came
home late for dinner, and-and-----
But, mol could never, never tell you
the chief reason of all-you would grow
too conceited; you shall never know!'
Being well aware of the Importance OF
the lurking postscript in a womans
mind, / replied sternly, as / put her
coidly from me, "Castalia, insist upon
the truth! l demand to know what was
the chief reason in your mind for ac-
cepting me-
Hesitation and resolve chased each
other alternately across her face, till
the severity of my cold eye at length
forced from her the truth. She folded
her hands and looked me in the face for
her confession. eff must, / must"
she said resolutely. II will tell you.
You could mend a punctured tire quick
er than any man I knew; 'twould have
been madness to refuse you'll"
Sol" 1 cried, "a gentleman-hel in
my own household Is the position I am
to assume! My soul is to go into bond
age, my mind to atrophy and decay, 1
am to give up my dreams of greatness
and settle down to- But at that
moment a soft. witching voice COM
PEELED me to come and sit beside ner
while she played a dreamy Chopin noe
turne.
Now" said the voice, cts not gen.
erous--or wise-of you to be rebellious
now that the pendulum of power is
swinging woman's way for bit. We
shall treat you much more leniently
| than you have ever treated us; and
when the time comes for this same pen
dulum to turn toward you again, you
will find yourselves all the better for
the temporary change of position. 1t Is
our turn now to see what we can make
| of ourselves; and"-(here the. music
stopped, and found my face held firm
| ly between two white hands)-"you
have got to help us. Tell me-" she
| whispered, (which is to come first, some
| non-living, exacting, abstract art that
| will never care one scrap for you, or
| (the head was on my shoulder noW).-
| "Or--Me?' That's the worst of women;
their aids to logic are SO INSCRIPTIONS,
but so convincing. I found my self re-
plying by-well-not exactly words, but
-, However, at that moment we
We're interrupted by my wife receiving
an urgent summons from the cook.
Now, remember" she added, with a
| laughing face as she reached the door,
| eve don't particularly want you to
marry US, but If you do, we expect r.
She had disappeared before the finish Of
her sentence; but so far. succeeded in
guessing at the spirit of her require
ments that from that day to this my
wife has. as she assured me only yes
terday, never once been troubled by a
trace of genius or originality in my
character; and I would only suggest,
for the benefit of bachelors undertaking
the profession of matrimony, that it is
distinctly desirable for the terms of
husband-se to be definitely fixed
before the marriage contract is conclu-
ded, as the law, unfortunately, allows
no remedy for any misunderstanding
as to duty and position which may sub
sequently arise.-St. James Budget.