The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1858-10-14
Mrs. 'sLiterary IIusDan d


Yes, Pm Mrs. Peter Snow now, an EDITOR
Wife. | well remember the day when Mr..
Snow asked me to become his. I confess Iliket
Mi. Snow, and thinking it would be very
fine thing too be the wife Of an editor, I sale
eyes" as pretty as I knew how, and becam.
Mrs. Snow. have seen ten years Of married
life, and find my husband to be an amisble
goodnatured man. He always spends his even.
ings at home. and is in that respect mode
man but he always brings I pile Of exchanges
which is limited only BY the length Of his arms
aud reads while / patch the knee and elbow Of
our boys pants looms ssdcoaf. After we have
had Quakermeeting Of about an hours
length, i break, the silence by asking-.arY
sq*Mr. Snow, did you order that coal spoke
to you about? ?" yiirs,s )
"Whst did you aay, my dear?" he asks, after
few minutes silence. s9 -. sat7tfgti g
~Did yof that coal spoke to you
about ?'' yst.
"Indeed, my dear, Pm sorry, but forget all
about it. ,Itshsll come ro-morrow.a g.. sseal
Another hours silence, which is reliev ed BY
the baby crying and rather liking to hear a
noise Of some sort, make no effort to quiet
him. sis s.seas ssos = sigeu "a sa5s5gfW
"My dear, "said Mr.. Snow, after he cried a
minute or 30, s'hadnt you better give the baby
some catnir tea to quiet it? He troubles me- ,.
The baby is still smother hour passes with
out breath Of noise. Becoming tired Of 81
lence, take q lamp aud retire for the night,
leaving Mr.. Snow so engaged with his paper
that he does not see me leave the room. -.
Toward midnight he comes 70 bed, and Just
as hsfalis asleep, the baby takes notion to
CRY again. I rise asa quiet as possible, and
try to still him. While am walking the floor
with d small Snow ia my srms, our next-a
boy Of three years -begins to scream al the top
Of his lungs. What can I do? There is no
other course but to call Mr.. Snow 2 40 call-
ed OUT 1s X y4E
"Mr. Snow Mr.. Snow 20 sanslai sdT
The third time he started up and replies
sWhat, Tim, more copy p" 5asFio lslis 8
As though was Tim, that little imp run
ming about the Office. Ireplied rather tartly-
.'No, | don't want any more copy pye had
enough Of that to last me my life time. I want
you to see what Tonmyis is crying about"
Mr.. Snow makes desperate effort to rouse
himself as Tommy stops to take a breath, he
falls asleep again, leaving me to pace the room
in as much vexation as can comtorta bly con.
tain.
The next morning At breakfast, when I gave
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Mr.. Snow an account Of last night adventure,
he replies. 80 '''"l
.Indeed my dear, am sorry The, children
I roubled yeu. - -
This is always the way. IL complain, it is
-"Indeed, my dear, am very sorry .
But should the very same thing occur the
subsequent night directly before his eyes, very
likely he would not see or know anything
about it unless it happened to interrupt the
train OF his ideas. Then he would propose
catnip tea; but before can get it into the
infants stomach, he will be far away in the
realms Of thought, leaving me not little vex-
ed at his apparent stupidity. ...t,-.,
Mr.. Snow knows the name Of every paper
published in England United States, but he
can't Tor the life Of him tell the names of his
children, he knows just the age Of every Amer
ican journal, but be does not know the age Of
his own baby. He knows how every contrib
utor looks, bat I don't believe he can tell
whether my eyes are black or blue. -, -.@',-.'. 80
The world says Mr.. Snow is getting rich.-
All know is, be gives me money to clothe
ard feed our boys. and that, too, without .
complaint Of poverty. hope the world j,
right 10 its opinion, and when am fully satis-
bed that i 10, shall advise him 70 resign bis
editorial honors, and spend few months in
becoming acquainted with his wife and chill
dren. The little ones will feel much ,aattered
at making the acquaintance Of 30 literary gem
tleman. -