Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1833-1861, 1857-10-02


Yes, I'm Mrs. Peter Show. an edi.
tors wife. well remember the day
when Mr.. Snow asked me 90 become
his. / confess / liked Mr.. Snow, and
thinking il would be very fine thing
10 be the wife Of an editor. | said
"Yes, a. pretty as knew how. aud
become Mrs. Snow. ~ fs~8rofs
have seen ten years Of married
life, and find my. husband 10 be an
amiablc, good-natured man. lie al.
ways spends his evenings at home
and is. In that respect very moral
man, but he always brings with him
pile Of exchanges, which are limited
only by the length Of his arm; and
reads while1 patch the knees and
elbows ofour boys pantaloons After
we have had aQuaker meeting an
hours length break the silenee by
asking, "Mr Snow, did you ordcrihe
coal spoke 70 You about" ~
"What did you say, my dear9'' he
asked hfter few moments, silence
did you order the coal l spoke 20.
you abouty'
Indeed, my dear | am very sorry.
but forgot oil about il Il shall
como tomorrow" nzrfo rnt
Another hours silence, which IA re-
loved by the baby's crying; and
rather liking 20 hear noise OF some
sort--l made no effort TO quiet him.
MY dear said Mr.. Snow, after he
cried "A minute or so hadn't you bet
ter give the baby some catnfp tea 10
quiet him. He troubles me. es
TheYbaby is still, and another hour
passed without a breath of noise. Be.
coming tired of silence, take lamp
and retire for the night, leaving Mr..
Snow so engaged with his papers that
he does not even see me leave the
room.
Towards midnight he comes 10 bed.
and just rs he has fallen asleep the
baby takes notion to cry again. I
rise as quietly as possible and try 10
still him; but while | am walking the
room with the small Snow in nv arms.
our next--a boy Of three years-be.
gins 10 scream TO the top of his lungs.
What can | do? There is no other
course but to call Mr.. Snow: so |
called ont, "Mr. Snow Mr.. Snowl Mr..
Snow"
The third time he starts up and re.
plies
"What Tim--more copy?"
As though was Tim--that little
devil running about his Office Ire.
ply rather tartly,
mo, / dcatwant any more copy
I've had enough Of that TO last my
life time; | want you TO see what
Tommy is crying about"
Mr.. Snow makes desperate cffor,
10 rouse himself, but as Tommy stons
70 take brcath, ho falls asleep again.
leaving mo pacing the room in as
much vexation as ] can comfortably
contain.
The next morning at breakfast.
when ! gave Mr.. Snow an account of
my last nights adventure, he replies.
"lndeed my dear, lam sorry the chill.
dren troubled you"
That IL always tho way. IfIcom.
plain, II is, "indocd my dear | am
sorryT but should the very same
thing occur the subsequent night. di.
rectly before his eyes, very likely he
would not see or know any thing
about it,unlcss ithapponcd 20 Interrupt
the train ofhis ideas. Then he wonid
propose catnip tea; but before | can
got II into tho infants stomach he
will be far away In tho realms of
thought, leaving mo not little vexed
ut his apparent stupidity.
Mr.. Snow knows tho name of overv
paper published in England, France
and Germany but he cant for the lie
Of him tell tho names Of his own chill.
dron. He knows Just the age ofevery
American journal, but he does MOI
know the ago of his own baby. lie
knows Just how oach una Of his con.
tribntors looks, but don't believe he
or blue.
The world says Mr.. Snow is getting
rich. All know about il il. ho gives
me money TO cloth and feed our bows.
ana that too without a complaint of
poverty ] hope the world Is right
In lis opinion; and when / am fully
satisfied that IL Is, | shall advise him
TO resign his editorial honors, and
spcnd fcw months in becoming ,ae.
9uaintod with his wife and children.
The little ones viii feel much hattered
at making the acquaintance of so liz.
crary n gentleman.