The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1859-10-01
|, A Word to Fretful wives.

ed up again What's the matter? Are
your friends all dead ? Novel, have
you lost every cent you ever owned No
ARE your children sick? Is your hus-
band cross have you got tooth ache, or
heart-ache? Neither of these, and still
as cross as young bear We wonder how
your family can endure your presence
These young hearts, whose sun you ought
to be-how you chill them with your frowns
and pettishness No wonder they long to
get out of the house. And now you have
struck your little child because she would
not stop teasing" Friend, that blow fell
on his soul, and left an indelible scar there.
He will feel it long after he has forgotten it.
Many years from now, when your head is
laid low in the grave, that blow, given with
out cause-impatiently, angrily, will do its
work.
Why can't you be good natured. Were
you never SO? Memory points to the days
of your childhood-seldom the lines of an
ger disfgured your brow then. And the
man who won your love thought what a
happy home she will make for me How
sweet it will be for me to cit down by her
side after the cares of the day are over +
How beautiful to read for her pleasure-to
be repaid by smiles and kisses. And the
home was ready, and the bride established
but she proved unworthy of the trust re-
posed in her. Instead of meeting care with
a hearty laugh, and 'sget behind me satan, -
you worried and fretted, and began to tell
every little trouble to your husband. 1t
was not womanly; it betrayed a weakness
of both head and mind. Imperceptibly,its
influence crept into his spirit, chilling il
with worse chill than that of death, till it
made shroud of iron for the disappointed
heart. and the charm of love and family and
home was gone.
"Was once g''-how often these words
drop from your lips. 81 was handsome
once-I was this, that and the other once
and why not now? You, yourself, have
wiiled your own destiny--you have chosen
the scold's Office; you must receive the
scold's deserts. A little philosophy, a few
words breathed to heaven for patience-a
new resolute hope for tomorrow if to-day
be stormy--a little self-denial in telling pet
ty crosses great deal less sel6shness-a
desire to make home sanctuary for your
self and little ones as well as your husband
and to-day you would have been happier.
handsomer, and more beloved.
Fretting sister in light affection, let us
ask few plain questions. Does spirit oil
fault finding tighten your cares If your
bread is burned to cinoer, does it bring you
a good light, sweet loaf, to sit down and
worry about it IF fhe baby is cross,
does it make him smile like an angel to
shake him almost out of existence? If il
rains on washing day, will your anathemas
hurry out the sun until he stops right over
your clothes-line but if your quick hands
should turn 10 the -four barrel to mould an
other loaf-if you soothe the weeping babe
with sweet words of a mothers plying love
If you devote your washing day to some
appropriate work, how smoothly care will
iron down his feature, ana become your
humble slave, instead of the tyrannica
master he would be
1t is not too late yet. Surprise your hus
band with smile-it viii be worth dol
Lar to see his glance of establishment; hole
the selted water of thoughtfulness IN YOU
mouth. that you may say nothing unpleas
ant, and the angel that has been lying pros
trate in his heart with folded wings will be
gin to futter, and lift itself heaveaward ant
look out of its eyes with thu love of the OF
den time, and your home will yet be thu
paradise you once coveted.