Cedar Falls gazette. [volume] (Cedar Falls, Iowa) 1860-1895, 1860-06-22
It Don't Paw.

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sting of the age is in it. The social trouble
of the time is laid bare, and the yelled Isis Of
our too busy life stands with uncovered face
gazing at us with sad, dreaming, warning
eyes, and pointing to line of shadows more
fearful than the witches summoned before
Macbeth, the terrible ghosts of dyspepsia, d-
vorccd, loveless homes and suicide. Read It
and say if it does not come home to the bust
ness and bosoms of almost every one of us.
No one cares for advice they imagine dosn't
offer pleasure enough to make the perform
ance of it pay. This is literally golden age.
Everything must pay. Itmust pay for youth
to show attention to old age. It must paw
for society to be sociablc. 1t must pay for
friends to keep up show of friendship. 1t
must pay for enemies to be foes. | scarcely
think our sordid souls wo lda allow us to lie down
or get up; to take time from business to cat,
drinkor rest, if we were not formI sknowl-
edge it g would pay" The a "a n hun
ger, the refreshment of sleep, N l. creation
of rest, standing in our mercennry sight, in
the same light as postage stamps-just as
good as gold.
The old fashioned days. when men went
courting and girls Ind beaux who popped the
question have gone by forever. They would
not pay nowadays. Young men now pay
attention; young ladies have their admirers
It isn't necessary to do any courting, and then
they get married in most business like
manner 1t is the only way that would pay
1t doesn't pay for husbands to sit down to q
cosy cup of tea with WHY, to tell the news, or
kiss the baby he can only swallow his food
in the most abstract manner, pass his cup to
his "lady," without speaking to her or look
| nrr of hor. %hof 1.ol..
kept out of sight, and grumble because there
may be chill on his biscuit. The lady doesn't
feel bad over this--it wouldn't pay for her to
feel bad over it--and she goes out after tea
where she knows there are people who will
notice her neat new dress and pretty face
BY and by somebody goes to his bedroom,
takes out little oblong case of rosewood,
abstracts pistol, loads, cocks, and fires It
straight into his own heart His LADY, has
lost him, friends blame him. No use Of living
any longcr-it actually wouldn't pay.
Why do we blame women for being frail
and tickle, when the real fault lies with our
selyesy We have always plea for the alb
| sence from homc-always an excuse for the
late return, the neglected favor, the forgotten
promise Business, business is our watch
word and constant cry--no time for wife, or
home or brains. What is divorce but the
| ghost of business2 1t crawls along the de-
| serted halls of affection, lays it's cold hand on
the heart, fixes its abstracted gaze far away
from home--feels with its Shiny fingers for
| those tender heart strings--lays hold Of them
breaks them. Man and wife are put assun-
der-business stands between and parts them.
They grieye, they are angcred, they are di-
vorced. Women has faults enough Heaven
knows! my grumbling self acknowledges it
readily; still, would be their defender in
some things. We can work to live, but il is
not necessary that we should live to work.
Moreover many pastime comes under that
hydra-headed monster yclept business, which
has no right to be there have many mar
ried acquaintances. often gee them linger
at the Office long after business hours, chat
ting with some pleasant drcpper-in, or Whit
ing away at the silent cigar. The tca-table
is perhaps waiting at home--the wife perhaps
watching at the door. The tardy loitcrcr
comes at last, declaring that he was unavoid-
ably detained by business. Ifthe wife grows
jealous of this bug bear which keeps her hus-
band from her all day long, and sends him
home 80 fatigued he cannot sit up to chat,
what has he to say to her but that man with
a family is forced to work and be he lawyer.
"ONs0A' Saievi, piSuSuci, SCdScIiScT, VI DTGk-
layer, the cry is forever the same. Some
wives wear an apologetic look always on their
faces in the presence Of their husbands, as
though they would say: ~ am sorry to be
such burden to you; sorry that you are
SO unfortunate as to have wife and little
ones l hope you win excuse us, we would
not be here if we could help it." And no
doubt the poor woman means it--no doubt
she dreams sometimes of the deep, cold rivers.
which wrap their waves around aching hearts
and say Peace be STILL" No doubt when
Sunday comes, she forgcts to Join in that
part OF the litany which prays for deliveranccl
from sudden death, and she learns to look at |
her children pityingly, and to whisper mourn
fully, as she bends above them in their cra-
die, " How Little you dream, poor darlings,l
what terrible sorrow life is"
The fashionable woman takes tliffcrsutl
course. The world knows what thatis: buta
IN either case man is blMnable as woIna1. -
Tho Bible tells US there Is a time for m
things after marriage man has no right
70 forget there is a time for rest, and to de- /
vote the whole of it to business. Let him
count the number Of times his heart beats in |
ore day and make M, his mind fo ce< sc;<3al 1