Bisbee daily review., 1913-08-17
Marrying a
 Plain Man

My land. Mineryy!' cried Miss
 Emily. ''Why didn't you let me know, sos I could have come an held your bokay? But you never was like oth-
 CT folks"
 Minerva Grigsby-born an Acklen. married to a Biggers and then to a Crook, and only yesterday 10 Jeremiah IGrigsby, so that her friends said she
 was determined to take a wedding journey through the alphabet-lifted ther crisp skirts from the inch thick dust of the country road before sha re- lplied.
 '"Twa'nt no earthly use, Emily. I
 never was hand to make to-do over tmarry'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 Tess you count the tuberose in Mir. Grigsby's buttonhole But don't
 let that mislead you into thinkin' he's
 like the others If you're gein' to get
 acquainted with him today you might las well know beforehand what to ex- poet"
 Dear mel" exclaimed Miss Emily.
 Tell me the worst"
 There ain't no worst, Emily: it's all
 best" beamed the bride of two days. 1 Jeremiah ain't no author like my
 drst. an he ain't no artist like my ! second. He's just a plain man. I'm | that glad when I think about it I'm l tight giddy. Happiness at last says { to myself, with just nice, plain, ' 5isagreeable mani"
 Minerva Grigsby's triple plated mat
 rimonial experience sat lightly on her.
 to judge from the amplehess of her figure and the unworried sfnoothness i ef 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
 q thought 'twould a been real nice
 10 married genius" ventured Mics Emily. I "A genius is prenuptial ornament
 exclusive" announced the bride, em-
 phatically. He don't have no wearin'
 qualities. There's Mir. 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 told him thought there'd been a-plenty of that kind No, Emily,
 I ain't been about bein' married to 1it- | erchoor."
 | An Mir. Grigsby is-diferent?"
 Hes just as plain as this gold ring he engaged me with. left him this mornin', s longs he said the sun was i too hot to come to church, with the ! potatoes to scrape an tbe corn to shuck an few other things to fix for dinner. But ain't complainin' of the other husbands. always feel about 1 husbands same's I do about troubles, | take 'em as they come" q never knew much about Mir. Crook. Painted for 9 Twin, didn't hep
 "J. Marcus, he was, partin' his name
 in the middle same's he did his hair. | He painted, all right, but not for a Twin. No, Emily, have a home an l good farm, an I've always supplied the | Twin. I told J. Marcus he better give | up paintin' an take to somethin' else. i But he said it wasn't his idea of wife 1 to interfere with a husbands rights. | an he wished I'd stay on the pedestal i where he'd always placed woman. My land!' I 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 tho way to the kitchen-snifing as if she expected the odor Of cooking food to greet her nostrils. Miss Emily meek ly followed in the walks Of Miner vas white muslin wedding dress as she whisked its skirts from side to side Tith an air of assurance that she could now show man who knew how to be | husband instead Of Q 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 a tree near the kitch- en door. Under his head was one of Slinerya'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" foated out 1Don the air. Ninerva's 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 to NIiss Emily
 Well, of all the luck!" she said. Now. here I've gone an married a musician! Amt husbands the strangest race of people!"-Chicago Daily News.