Litchfield enquirer., 1858-12-02
From the London Family Herald.

From the London Family Herald. A TALE FOR TRUANT HUSBANDS.
 "Where are you going, George ?" asked Mrs. Wilson, as her husband rose from the tea-table and took his hat.
 "O-I am going out" was the careless re- sponse.
 " But where p asked his wife.
 "What odds does it make, Emma ?' return ed her husband. II shall be back at the usual time'
 The young wife hesitated, and quick flush overspread her face. She seemed to have made up her mind to speak plainly upon sub ject which had lain uncasily upon her heart for some time, and she could not let the opportu- nity pass. Itrequired all efort-but she persevered
 "Let me tell you what odds it makes to me-" she said, in kind but tremulous tone. eff 1 cannot have your company here at home, l should at least feel better if l knew where you were"
 "But you know that I am safe, Emma and what more can you ask ?"
 "I do not know that you are safe, George. know nothing about you when you are away"
 "Pooh pooh Would you have it that am not capable of taking care of myself ?'
 "You put wrong construction upon my words, George. Love is always anxious when its dearest object is away. If l did not love you as I do, 1 might not be thus uneasy. When you are at your place of business l never feel thus, because I knew 1 can seek and find you at any moment; but when yon are absent during these long evenings, I get to wondering where you are. Then I begin to f,ol nd fhn,,rht fI,I}fuS other, until feel troubled and uneasy. Oh if yon would only stay with me portion of your evenings D'
 "Aha-I thought that was what you were aiming at," said George, with playful shake of the head. "You would have me here ey- cry evening""
 Well-can you wonder at it ?" returned Emma "I used to be very happy when you came to spend an evening with me before we were married and l know 1 should be very happy in your society now" "Ah" said George with smile, "those were business meetings. We were arranging then for the future"
 "And why not continue so to do, my hus- band ? am sure we could be as happy now as ever. If you will remember, one of our plans was to make a home."
 "And haven't we got one, Emma ?"
 eve have certainly place in which to live" answered the wife, somewhat evasively.
 "And it is our home," pursued George. "And," he added with sort of confident flourish, "home is the wife's peculiar province. She has charge of it, and all her work is there while the duties of the husband Call him to other scenes.'
 "Wel, I admit that, so far as certain du- ties are concerned" replied Emma. But you must remember that we both need relaxa- tion from labor; we need time for social aud mental improvement and enjoyment <; and what time have we for this save our evenings Why sheuld not this be my home of an even ing, as we'll as in the daytime and in the night ?"
 We-isn't it ?" asked George.
 "How can it be if you are not here What makes home for children, if it be not the abode of the parents? And--what real home comforts can wife enjoy where there Is no husband You do not consider how lone some am all alone here during these long evenings They are the very seasons when am at leisure to enjoy your companonshIp, and when you would be at leisure to enjoy mine, if it is worth enjoying. They are the seasons when the happiest hours of home life might be passed. Come--will you not spend few of your evenings with me ?"
 "You see enough of me as it is" said the husband lightly.
 "Allow me to be the best judge of that, George. You would be very lonesome here all alone."
 "Not if it was my place of business, as it is of yours," returned the young man. " You are used to staying here. All wives belong to home"
 "Just remember my husband, that, previ- ous to our marriage, I had pleasant society all the time. Of course 1 remained at home much of my time but had father and | mother there, and had brothers and sisters there--and our evenings were happily spent. Finally gave up all for you. left the old home, and sought home with my husband. And now, have not a right to expect some of your companionship How would you like it to have me away every evening, while you were obliged to remain here alone ?" Why-I should like i, well enough" "Ah-but you would not be willing to try | it."
 "Yes, would," said George, at a venture. "Will you remain here every evening next week, anu let He Spcuu ny tine auohS iHJ ie- | male friends p
 Certainly will" he replied "and as sure you shall not be so lonesome as you i'm. agine."
 With this the husband went out, and was soon among bis friends. He was a steady, industrious man, and loved his wife truly but, like thousands of others, he had contracted a habit of spending his evenings abroad. and thought it no harm. His only practical idea of home seemed to be, that it was a place I which his wife took care of, and where he could eat, drink and sleep, as long as he could pay for it. In short. he treated it as a sort of private 'boarding-house, of which his wife was landlady and if he paid all the bills. he considered his duty done. His wife had ire ouently asked him to stay at home with her ] but she had never ventured upon any argu