The Prescott daily news., 1912-07-11
a
 Plain Man

My land, Minervyi" cried Mise Emily. "Why didn't you let me know, sos l could have come an held your bokay? But you never was ike oth- CT folks.'
 Minerva Grigsby-born an Acklen, married to a 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'nt no earthly use, Emily. I never was a hand to make a to-do 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, q always like to stand by my friends in tryin' moments. No flowers, you say?"
 Not less you count the tuberose in MT. 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 aint no worst, Emily; it's all best" beamed the bride of two days. Jeremiah ain't no author like my m 1a o;y,tt second. He's just a plain man. I'm that glad when I think about 1t I'm right giddy. Happiness at last says I to myself, with just a nice plain, disagreeable man!'"
 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
 T thought 'twould a been real nice to married genius" ventured Miss Emily
 "A genius is a prenuptial ornament exclusive" announced the bride, em- phatically. He don't have no wearin' qualities. There's MT. Biggers, as was alway writin literchoor, an namin' himself Sidney Biggers the third I asked him if the other two was similar to him, an when he says they was 1 told him I thought there'd been a-plenty of that kind No, Emily, I ain't been about bein' married to lit erchoor."
 An Mir. Grigsby is-different?"
 He's just as plain as this gold ring he engaged me with. I left him this mornin', s longs he said the sun was too hot to come to church, with the potatoes to scrape m tho corn to shuck an few other things to fix for dinner. But ain't complainin' of the other husbands. I always feel about husbands same's I do about troubles, take em as they come"
 "I never knew much about Mir. Crook. Painted for a Twin, didn't he?"
 J uS Ndo, pdi tiil lliS hAiAtO in the middle same's he did his hair. He painted. all right, but not for a livin'. No, Emily, have a home an good farm, an I've always supplied the Twin. I told J. Marcus he better give up paintin' an take to somethin' else. But he said 1t 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 ain't got room up there. Men are so conceited they've scourged us clean of" But here we are, most home."
 Round the house the bride led the way to the kitchen-sniffing as if she expected the odor of cooking food to greet her postrils. Miss Emily meek ly 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 now show a man who knew how to be husband instead, of a genius.
 But Minerva's 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 Minerva's freshly laundered 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. Minervas quick eye rlances through the window. where