Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1858-09-02
Hrs. Onow's Literary Husband.

Yes, I'm Mrs. Peter Snow, an editor.
wife. l well remember the day when Mr.
Snow asked me to become his. confess
like Mr.. Snow, ard thinking it would be
. very fne thing to be the wife Of an ed
itor, said yes as pretty AZ knew how
and became Mrs. Snow. / have seen ten
years Of married life, and find my husband
70 be an amiable, good natured man. HI
always spends his evenings at home, and
is in that respect, model man; but he al
ways brings 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 pan.aloons and coat. After
We have had Quaker meeting of an hour.
length, ! break the silence BY asking:
"Mr. Snow, did you order that coal ]
spoke to you about7"
"What did you say my DEAR" be asks
after few minutes silence.
"Did you order that coal, spoke to yor
about?"
Indeed, my dear, Pm sorry, but for
got all about it. 1t shall come tomorrow.
Another hours's silence which 10 relievet
BY the baby crying; and rather liking t.
hear noise Of some sort, made no effor
to quiet him.
my DEAR" said Mr.. s., after he hat
cried minute or so, "hadn't you bette,
give the baby some catnip tea to quiet it
He troubles me-"
The baby is still, another hour passes
without breath of noise. Becoming tree
Of silence, take lamp and retire for th'
night, leaving Mr.. s. SO engaged with hi
papers that be does not see me leave tn,
room.
Towards midnight he comes to bed, ans
just as he has fallen to sleep, the baby take
a notion to cry again. ! rise as quick a
possible and try to still him, While ! an
walking the room with the small Snow i,
my arms, our next-a boy ofthree years
begins to scream at the top of his lungs
What can l do! There is no other course
but to call Mr.. S., so called out:
"Mr. Snow! Mr.. SnowE'
The third time he starts up and replies
"What, Tim, more copy?'
As though l was Tim, that little inn
running about his Office. l replied, rath.
er tartly,
mo. I don't want any more copy-rv'
had enough of that to last me my life time
want you to see what Tommy is crying
about"
Mr.. Snow makes desperate effort t.
rouse himself as Tommy stops to take I
breath, he falls asleep again, leaving mi
pacing the room in as much vexation as
can comfortably contain.
The next morning at breakfast, when
give Mr.. Snow an account Of last night'l
adventure, he replies:
"Indeed my dear am sorry the children
trouble YOU
'That is always the way. If complain
it is "indeed, my dear, ] am very sorry
b But should the same thing occur the sub
sequent 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 pro
pose eatnip tea; but before l can get it into
the infants stomach, he will be far away in
the realms of thought, leaving me not a
little sexed at bis apparent stupidity.
Mr.. Snow knows the nature of every pa
per published in England and the United
States, but be can't for the life of him tell
the names Of his children. Heknows jus,
the age of every American journal, but be
does not know the nge of his own baby.
lie knows how every contributor 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 money to clothe
and feed our boys, and that to without a
complaint ofpover,y. l hope the world is
right in opinion, and when am satisfied
that it is, l shall advise him to resign his
editorial honors, and spend a few months
in becoming acquainted with his wife and
children. The little ones will feel much
aat.ered at making the acquaintance of SO
literary gentleman.