The herald. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1905-1953, 1912-08-15
Marrying a
Plain Man

81 y i COulu udNO SOlIO Oh hSAo JONA
bokay? But you never was like 9TH
er folks"
Minerva Grigsby-born an Acklen,
married to a Biggers and then to
Crook, and only yesterday to Jeremiah
Grigsby, SO that her friends said she
was determined to take a wedding
Journey through the alphabst-lifted
her crisp skirts from the inch thick
dust of the country road before she re-
piled.
"Twa'n't no earthly use, Emily.
never was a hand to make TODD over
marry'n'. It's just like anything else
-soon's you get in the habit 1t just
comes second nature. Besides there
want no bokay."
STILL" sighed Miss Emily, II always
like to stand by my friends In tryin'
moments. No flowers, you say?"
mot less you count the tuberose in
Mr.. Grigsby's buttonhole. But don't
let that mislead you into thinkin' he's
like the others. II you're goin' to get
acquainted with him today you might
as well know beforehand what to ex-
pect."
Dear mel" exclaimed Miss Emily.
"Tell me the worst"
There amt no worst, Emily; it's all
best" beamed the bride Of two days
Jeremiah amt no author like my
first, an he amt no artist like my
second. He's Just a plain man. I'm
that glad when I think about it I'm
right giddy. Happiness at last says
I to myself. with just a nice, plain,
disagreeable mani"
Minerva Grigsby's triple plated mat
rimonial experience sat lightly on her,
to Judge from the ampleness Of her
figure and the unworried smoothness
Of her brow. The cheerful philosophy
or philosophical cheerfulness that
looked out on the world from her
mild brown eyes proclaimed her un.
shaken faith in mankind.
II thought 'twould a. been real nice
to married a genius" ventured Miss
Emily.
"A genius is a prenuptial ornament
exclusive" announced the bride, en-
phatically. HE don't have no wearin'
qualities. There's Mr.. Biggers, as
was Away writin' literchoor, an
namin' himself Sidney Biggers the
third I asked him II the other two
was similar to him, an when he says
they was I told him thought there'd
been a-plenty Of that kind. No, Emily
amt been about bein' married to lit
erchoor."
"An' Mr.. Grigsby is--different"
Hes Just as plain as this gold rine
he engaged me with. left him this
mornin', g longs he said the sun was
too hot to come to church, with the
potatoes to scrape an the corn tt
shuck an few other things to fix fol
dinner. But 1 amt complainin' Of the
other husbands. ! always feel abou
husbands same's / do about troubles
take EN- as they come"
81 never knew much about Mr.
Crook. Painted for Twin, didn'
he2"
al. Marcus, he was, partin' his name
: in the middle same's he did his hair
He painted, all right, but not for I
Twin. No, Emily, have home an {
' good farm, an I've always supplied tn
I Twin. told ]. Marcus he better CIV
up paintin' an take to somethin' else
But he said 1t wasn't his idea Of VIII
9 to interfere with husbands rights
q an he wished I'd stay on the pedesta
where he'd always placed woman
MY landp says. We amt got roor
up there. Men are so conceite
& they've scourged us clean on" Blu
u here we are, most home"
n Round the house the bride led tn
b way to the htchen-sniff1ng as II sh
expected the odor of cooking food I
q, greet her nostrils. Miss Emily meel
ly followed in the walks of Minel
II vas white muslin wedding dress a
she whisked it's skirts from side to sid
Q, with an air Of assurance that she coul
now show a man who knew how to
10 q husband instead Of genius.
"a But Minerals assurance was shol
II lived. As they rounded the corner {
" the house they caught sight Of tn
th lank figure Of the bridegroom stretche
full length under tree near the htcl
I'd en- door. Under his head was one {
Ia Minerva's freshly Numbered sol
cushions. With his left hand he hel
r.. between his teeth jewsharp, Will
n, his lean right hand lazily twanged tt
ad tongue Of the instrument with mea
nj ured strokes as the soothing strair
a Of REST for the Weary" floated o,
upon the air. Minerals quick ey
10 glances through the window, whel
a, unscraped potatoes and the unshucke
corn lay on the kitchen table Just ,
she had left them. With sigh tn,
stirred her ample figure from cent?
-. to circumference she turned to Mi,
H. Emily.
ri We'll, Of all the lucki" she sal
90 "Now, here I've gone an married
"a musician! Amt husbands the strange
ms race of people!"-Chicago DAT
- News.
a Resents Judpe's Sarcasm.
80 An old lady, brought up as witne