Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1860-05-02
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The Politicians Wife.
BY LAURA LINCOLN.

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BY LAURA LINCOLN.
We'll, wife, our Representative to Congress
is elected at last. Pretty tough work, tho
we've had during the canvass. | always
prOphesed that Henry Faulkner was destined
to make hia marls in- ih~ ~--ls. u0tod nIm
down from the first as a rising man."
Thus spoke James Glover, on entering his
wife's sitting room one sultry August after
noon.
How proud his wife must be of him. re-
turned Mrs. Glover. when they married
five years ago he had nothing but his pro-
%fession, and now. by industry and persever-
ance, he is in comfortable circumstances, and
member Of Congress elect
Yes, is not yet thirty, and there is no Office
to which he may not aspire, for his talents
are unquestioned. Doubtless Mrs. Faulk-
ner thinks that she has drawn high prize
in the matrimonial lottery
4 will go over and see Amelia this eve-
ming said Mrs. Glover, and congratulate
her upon her husbands success
Mrs. Glover did so, and was surprised to
see Mrs. f., instead Of looking joyous and
animated as she expected, wearing an anx-
ious and troubled expression. Her reply to
her friends warmly p~rofered good wishes
was:
All Mary, all is not gold that glitters,'
and l would gladly exchange places with
you
Mrs. Glover told her husband what Mrs.
Faulkner had said, at the same time remark
ing;
am afraid that Amelia is growing selfish
and capricious. What more can a woman
desire than she has2 Two lovely children
and a handsome talented husband, who is de-
voted to her. She thinks that, in becoming
a politician, the demand upon her husbands
time and attention will be too great. But
then she should make SOM sacrifice for her
country's good
Mrs. Glover took upon herself to Judge Of
her friends motives Of action, u~nknowine all
the circumstances, and forgetting the divine
precept. Judge not, lest ye be Judged
But let Us, who are privileged, look behind
the scenes, and see how nearly correct the
lady's surmises were.
A few hours previous to Mrs. Glover's Wis.
II, Henry Faulkner had come home, and ac,
costed his wife with:
We'll, Amelia, this tiresome canvass Is owe,
at last and l am the successful candidate
Are you not glad, my dear Z aid stoopins
he pressed a kiss upon her lips. :
Amelia made M reply, for her heart wa,
too heavy for words. In the beautiful hail,
eye which encountered hers, she saw tn.
h&Sh, bieooy NAPlN oSlOu WHICH SDe laU learn
ed to dread. This, with the strong fumes q
ardent spirits, which she caught with hi
breath, assured her that Henry Faulkne
had been drinking At the time hat Mrs
Glover called, he was thrown upon his bee
sleeping off the effects of his potations. Hi
slumber was profound, and lasted until IN
bell sounded for tea.
After he had partaken of that meal. b
pushed back his chair from the table. an
said to his wife:
Amelia, | have been invited to attend
party tonight gotten up by some gentleme
friends in honor Of my election
\ oh Henry, do notgO,' exclaimed his wifi
You have been away so much of late-sta
with me tonight
Il would much to prefer doing so. M
var returned her husband, but as this
9se solely for my benefit it would loo
s,yNge, TO say the least of it for me to !
aOast. And, besides, / have promised
oe We, and you would not have me brea
my 20. Twill be home early, SO al reroiy
ano ~ Sok his hat and left the house.
one tx into her seat, as the door close
Senlna form Of her husband, and bur
MOoA pase of tears. She aroused hersel
noSeNsIt saAqng, and proceeded to undreI
- w. - EQdren to bed. Then kneelir
es,vsr.,. s \. cots, she prayed long an
bitter cup might pass fro