Some of the nicest fellows I ever knew have made
their wives thoroughly wretched. When you think that there really
isn't anything very wonderful to look at about--er--Jim, that is,
anything to appeal especially to the romantic side of a girl, I think
it's very greatly to Josie's credit that she should have chosen him.
Many girls might have overlooked his solid attractions and gone in for
a Jim dandy of a chap who wasn't worth his salt."
My wife looked a little blank over this philosophic statement, then she
glanced up at me with a roguish smile and said: "You seem to forget,
dear, that I accepted you."
"True enough," I answered, merrily. "I dare say I wasn't a trifle less
commonplace-looking than son-in-law. Besides we both have spiritual
faces."
"You should give me and Josie credit for being able to see below the
surface," said my darling, fondly. "A soldier or a sailor, or a
splendid-looking creature such as you describe, is delightful at a
party; but gold buttons, or even a very handsome mustache, don't go far
nowadays toward blinding a sensible girl to the fact that she will have
to pass all her days with the man she chooses. You know, dear, that
you and I have never believed that marriage is a lottery. We were sure
of each other beforehand. So are Josie and Jim.
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