Preble County Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1857-1859, 1858-11-04
MRS. SHOWS Literary Husband.

Yes, I'm Mrs Peter Snow, an editors
wife. we'll recollect the day when Mr..
Snow asked me to become his. l con-
fessed that liked Snow and thinking
it would be a fine tlliI g to 5e an editors
wife, said Eyes as pretty as 1 knew
how and became Mrs. Snow. I have
seen ten years of married life, and find
my husband to be an amiable, good ma
tured man. He always spends his even
ings at home, and is in that respect q
model man; but he always brings a
pile of exchanges which is limited only
by the length of his arms, and reads
while I patch the knees and elbows of
our boys pantaloons and coat. After
we haze had Quaker meeting of an
hours length, 1 break the silence by
asking: ---'' -i -5t @5@'E 'H
"Mr. Snow, did you order that coal
spoke about?" tr-
"What did you say, my dear!" he asks
after few minutes silence. =.
"Did you order that coal, spoke a.
bout?' 1
"Indeed, my dear, I'm sorry, but 1
forgot all about it. 1t shall come
to morrow"
Another hours silence which is re-
lievcd by the baby crying; and rather
liking to hear noise of some kind, I
made no effort to quiet him. .s..-.,
"My DEAR" said Mr.. s., after he had
cried minute or so, ''had'nt you better
give the baby some catnip tea to quiet
it. He troubles me. r. s rrf
u, The baby is quiet, another hour pass
es without breath of noise. Becom-
ing tired of silence take a lamp and re-
tire for the night, leaving Mr.. s. so en-.
gagged with his paesspers that he does not
sec me leave the room. .H.
Towards midnight he comes to bed,
and just as he has fallen asleep, the ba-
by takes a notion to cry again. I rise
as quickly as possible and try to still
him. While [ am walking the room
with the small Snow in my arms, our
next-a boy of three years-begins to
scream at the top of his lungs. What
can I do? There is no other course but
to call Mr.. S., so called out
'Mr. Snow, Mr.. Snowl'
The third time he starts up and re-
plies
what Tim out of copy?"
AS though Twas Tim, that little imp
running about his Office. 1 replied
rather tartly: =
s'No, don't want any more copy
I've had enough of that to last me a
life time. want you to see what Tom
my is crying about"
Mr.. Snow makes a terrible effort to
rouse himself; as Tommy stops to take
breath, he falls asleep again leaving me
pacing about the room in as much vex-
alton as I can comfortably contain.
The next morning at breakfast when
he replies:
"Indeed my dearI am sorry children
trouble you" -
''That is always the way lei com:
plain it is indeed, my dear, I am very,
sorry"
But should the very same thing oc-
cur the subsequent night, directly be-
fore 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 I can get it into the in
fants stomach, he will be far away in
the realms of thought, leaving me not a
little vexed at his apparent stupidity.
Mr.. Snow knows the nature of every
paper publi>h he'd in the United States
and England, but he can't for the life of
him tell the names of his children. He
knows the age of every American jour
nal but he does not know the age of his
own baby. He knows how every con-
tributor looks, but don't believe he can
tell whether my eyes are black or blue.
The world says Mr.. Snow is getting
rich. All know is, he gives me mon
ey to clothe and feed our boys and that,
too, without complaint of poverty. I
hope the world is right in opinion and
when am fully satisfied that it is, I
shall advise him to resign his editorial
honors, and spend few months in be-
coming acquainted with his wife and
children. The little ones will feel much
fattered at making the acquaintance of
so literary a gentleman.