The Richfield recorder. (Richfield, Idaho) 1909-1931, 1912-10-17
Marrying a
Plain Man

bokay? But you never was like otli-
er folks"
Minerva Grigsby-born an Acklen,
married to Biggers and then to a
Crook, and only yesterday to jeremiah
Grigsby, SO that her friends said she
was determined to take a wedding
journey through the alphabet-lifted
her crisp skirts from the inch thick
dust of the country road before she re-
piled.
"Twa'n't no earthly use, Emily I
never was hand to make a TODD over
marry'n'. It's just like anything else
-soon's you get in the habit it just
comes second nature Besides there
want no bokay"
Still" sighed Miss Emily 81 always
like to stand by my friends in tryin'
moments. No flowers, you say?"
Not less you count the tuberose in
Mr. Grigsby's buttonhole. But don't
let that mislead you into thinkin' he's
like the others. If 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, En- ly; 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 plain man. I'm
that glad when l think about it I'm
right giddy. Happiness at last says
| to myself, with just nice, plain,
disagreeabIe mani"
Minerva Grigsbys 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.
Il thought 'twould a been real nice
to married a genius" ventured Miss
Emily.
"A genius Is 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. | asked him if the other two
was similar to him, an when he says
they was | told him l thought there'd |
been a-plenty of that kind. No. Enily, |
| amt been about bein married to lit
erchoor."
AN Mr.. Grigsby is-different?"
Hes just as plain as this gold ring |
he engaged me with. | left him this
mornin', 8 longs he said the sun was
too hot to come to church, with the
potatoes to ape an corn to
shuck an few other things to fix for
dinner But I amt complainin' of the
other husbands. l always feel about
husbands same's l do about troubles.
take 'em as they come
81 never knew much about Mr..
Crook Painted for a livin', didn't
be?"
a. Marcus, he was, partin' his name
in the middle sames he did his hair
He painted, all right, but not for
livin'. No, En- 'ly, l have home an a
good farm, an I've always supplied the
Twin | told ]. Marcus he better give
up paintin' an take to somethin' else.
But he said it wasn't his idea of a wife
to interfere with a husbands rights,
all he wished d stay on the pedestal
where he'd always placed woman
My land' | says. We amt got room
up there. Men are so conceited
they've scourged us clean off, Bat
here we are, most home"
Round the house the bride led the
way to the kitchen-snifing as If she
expected the odor of cooking food to
greet her rostrils. Miss Emily meek ,
y followed in the walks of Miner
vas white muslin wedding dress as {
she whisked its skirts from side to side
With an air of assurance that she could ,
Tow show man. who knew how to be ,
/ husband instead of genius.
But Minerals assurance was short r
ived. AS they rounded the corner Of
he house they caught sight of the
ank figure Of the bridegroom stretched
ull length under tree near the kitch-
n door Under his head WAS one Of }
dinerva's freshly Numbered sofa
WIFI HIS lelt manu- nc nclu
etween his teeth a jewsharp, while
is lean right hand lazily twanged the
ongue of the instrument with meas e
red strokes as the soothing strains Z
+ "Rest for the Weary" foated out n
pom the air Minerals quick eye
lances through the window, where
nscraped potatoes and the unshucked
orp low on tho Kitchen ta h1o inst "a
he had left them. With sigh that a
TIRED her ample figure from center
, circumference she turned TO Miss r
mily.
well, of all the luckl" she said.
Now, here I've gone an married a
usician! Amt husbands the strangest
ace of people Chicago Daily