The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1912-07-05
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Plain Man

MY land. Minervy!" cried Miss
Emily. why didn't you let me know.
: SOS I could have come an held your
bokar? 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 wedding
tourney through the alphabet-lifted
her crisp skirts from the inch thick
dust of the country road before she re-
/ piled.
! "Twa'nt no earthly use. Emily. !
never was hand to make TODD over
MARVIN. It's just like anything else
SONS you get in the habit it just
comes second nature. Besides there
want no bokay."
still" sighed Miss Emily, Il always
like to stand by my friends in tryin'
moments. No flowers, you say"
"Not less you count the tuberose in
Mr. Grigsbys buttonhole. But don't
let that mslead you into thinkin' he's
+ like the others. II you're goin' to get
] acquainted with him today you might
az well know beforehand what to ex.
pcct"
Dear me-" 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 plain man. I'm
that glad when think about it I'm
right giddy Happiness at last says
l TO myself, with just nice. plain.
dsaereeable mani"
Minerva Grigsby's triple plated mat.
rimonial experience sat lightly on her.
to Judge from the amplencss Of her
figure and the unworried smoothness
of her brow. Tho cheerful philosophy
or philosophical chcerfulness that
looked out on the world from her
mild brown eyes proclaimed her I'm.
shaken faith in mankind.
II thought twOuld a been real nice
f 10 married genius" yentured Miss
Emily.
"A genius is prenuptal ornament
exclusive" announced the bride, EN-.
phatically "IIe don't have no wearn'
qualities. There's Mr. Biggers, as
was Away wrltin' lterchoor, an
namin' himself Sidney Biggers the
third asked him If the other two
was similar to him. an when he says
they was I told him I thought thered
been a-plenty Of that kind. No, Emily.
I 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 scrapc an tho corn to
shuck an a few other things to fix for
dinner. But amt complainin' of the
other husbands. always feel about
husbands sames do about troubles,
take EN- as they come"
Il never knew much about Mr..
Crook. Painted for a Twin, didn't
he"
u. Marcus. he was, partin' his name
in the middle same's he did his hair.
He painted. all right. but not for
livin' No, Emily. have home an a
good farm. an I've always supplied the
Twin. told J. Marcus he better give
up paintin' an take to somethin' else.
But he said it wasn't his idea of wife
TO interfere with a husbands rights.
an he wished I'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" But
here we are, most home"
Round tho house the bride led the
way to the kitchen-snifflng as If she
expected the odor of cooking food to
greet her nostrils. Miss Emily meek.
ly followed in tho walks of Miner
vas white muslin wedding dress as
she whisked its ekirts from side to side
with an air of assurance that she could
now show man who knew how to be
a husband instead of genius.
But Minerals assurance was short
lived. AS they rounded the corner Of
the house they caught sight Of the
lank figure of the bridegroom stretched
full length under tree near the kitch.
en- door. Under his head was one of
Minerals freshly Numbered sofa
cushions. With his left hand he held
between his teeth a jewsharp. while
his lean right hand lazily twanged the
tongue of the instrument with meas.
ured strokes as the soothing strains
Of Rest for the Weary" floated out
upon the air. Minerals quick eye
glances through the window, where
unscraped potatoes and the unshucked
corn lay on the kitchen table Just as
she had left them. With sigh that
stirred her ample figure from center
to circumference she turned 10 Miss
Emily.
We'll, OF all the luck," she said.
"Now, here I've gone an married
musician. Amt husbands the strangest
race OF le."-Chicago Daily
News.
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