The Savannah morning news., 1903-04-26

lieve that dry anger, or jealousy, or
envy are quite as serious?
III L were a man and felt myself
falling in love with a girl who wasn't
easily moved, I would avoid her as 1
would spring without thunder show
ers, or an egg without salt
Il reckon, though" continued Mrs.
Bliss, relapsing into her native South
ern drawl and accent, that every
bride takes the same silly, solemn,
private resolution that I registered
when 1 married my Yankee John. If
ever our domestic machinery ran
trifie hard, or If the patent, up-to-date,
philosophical, self-restraint temper
brakes refused to work-a condition I
hardly contemplated as possible-there
We're not going to be any scenes or
tears on my part. Those feeble sub
terfuges of my uneducated foremoth-
ers were to be replaced by a quiet dis
passionate talking it over with john.
by intellectual debate and a spirit of
Christian forgiveness.
at was a noble and very common re-
solve. Every bride makes it and
breaks it. All through the honeymoon
1t worked like a charm, and I was so
proud of myself, until something sud-
denly happened.
"As nearly as I can now remember,
1t all took place one morning when
John got overwrought about an eccen-
trio collar-button that finally skipped
under the chiffonnier, where he pur-
sued it with a stick and language got
mouthful of lint in consequence, and
rose from his knees red, indignant and
casting unworthy insinuations at my
good name as a neat housekeeper.
Thereupon, my righteous wrath foamed
up, and l blush to say that we both
flung winged words about in a very
| childish fashion.
ut wasn't nice, but it was thorough
ly human, and with a stiff upper lip
and hard eye I went in to breakfast.
At dinner the atmosphere was Just as
highly charged, but we learnedly dis
cussed the new star in the constella-
/ ton of CaSsiopeia, recently discovered
by Prof. Peek-a-boo, as long as the
suspicious maid was present. The rest
of the time a sitting silence reigned.
Even now I shiver at the bare recol-
lection of that dreadful forty-eight
hours when we were only officially on
! speaking terms, and when John-poor
! dear, who can't cry himself-was
waiting and longing for me to melt and
| give him chance at peace-making.
During those black, blank hours /
chung to my pet theory of cold blood
ed settlement by the new fearless meth
cd of arbitration. Indeed, we might
still be living on the hideous hollow
crust of appearances, if. just as 1 was
putting the cream on a helping of wine
| jelly and preparing to pass it, with a
frozen stare, to the sour-faced man at
! the other side Of the table, I hadn't
choked and a pelting shower of tears
hadn't overtaken me. They ran right
! down into the wine jelly before John.
! frightened and surprised out of his
wits, could rush to the rescue with a
big, soft, lavender-scenteds mans
handkerchief. a broad shoulder, abject
! concessions, apologies. and such Wig
orous pats on the back that you might
suppose I had been trying to swallow
| a wish-bone.
ut was my stupid pride was swal-
| lowing instead. When emerged with
a large and Joyous smile from my good
! cry, 1 apologized and conceded hber-
Z ally, too. Then 1t was that / realized
that one pound of the good old-fash-
/ Toned hydraulic pressure applied to
these domestic difficulties is worth all
/ the new scientific intellectual methods
| put together.
We kissed again with tears, like
] the poets couple that fell out, and II