was even forced to go a shopping with her;
and the elegant Cleveland, who once thought it degrading to carry an
umbrella, might be seen loaded with bandboxes, or nonchalantly lilting
bundles of cashmere shawls. The only difference between Mrs.
Cleveland's husband and her footman was that he received wages; but
then the footman could leave when he chose, and there the parallel
ended. Jack's habits had to submit to a rigid and inexorable
censorship. "Those odious cigars" were prohibited, and then "his list
of friends" was challenged. Frank Aikin, the bridesman, was tolerated
the longest of all, and then he was "bluffed off" by Mrs. Cleveland,
who determined to make her husband a domestic man. It was the old
story of Hercules and Omphale modernized to suit the times.

Jack began to think the happiest day of his life had made him the most
miserable dog alive, and, like Sir Peter Teazle, "had lost all comfort
in the world before his friends had done wishing him joy." But his
debts were paid--that was a great consolation. Several streets in
Boston, which were blocked up by creditors, as those of London were to
the respected Mr. Richard Swiveller, were now opened by the magic wand
of matrimony. He could exhibit his "Hyperion curls" in Washington
Street, without any fear of a gentle "reminder" in the shape of a tap
upon the shoulder.

One morning, however, a lady was ushered up into the splendid drawing
room in Beacon Street, being announced as Madame St. Germain. She was
a showy French woman, about the same age as Mrs. Cleveland, and the
latter waited with some curiosity to learn the object of her visit.

"You are Mrs. Cleveland, I believe," said the French woman.

Mrs. Cleveland bowed in her stateliest manner.

"You have undertaken, I learn, to pay the debts of Monsieur Cleveland,
contracted before your marriage."

Mrs. Cleveland bowed again.

"I hold a note of his drawn in my favor for a thousand dollars,
payable at sight, with interest, dated two years back."

"What was it given for?" asked Mrs. Cleveland, with some asperity.

"Pardon me, madam--I cannot state that without the permission of your
husband."

Mrs. Cleveland applied her hand vigorously to a bell-pull
communicating with her husband's dressing room.

He made his presence in a splendid _robe de chambre_ and a Turkish cap
with a gold tassel.

"This woman," said his better half, "says you owe her a thousand
dollars."

"Monsieur cannot deny it," said