The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1860-05-16
McGREGOR, IOWA. WEDNESDAY MAY 49, $780, WHOLE NO L
From the New York Sunday Times.

10, 1901.
FROM the New York Sunday Times.
An Indignant Woman.
To the author Of the "Co5peb Papers''-
SIR: In your last report Of the proceedings
Of the "Cobweb Club" find the following
ungallant expression:
married life, in our day Of sham and
shallowness, is fashion, downright fail.
ure and the fault lies with the women"
The fault lies with the ,oonsn, does it
Was that sentence written late upon club
night, when, after zigzag promenade thro'
the hushed streets, you reached at length
your own portal, and imagined, as you
gracefully waved your latcl,-key in the mid
die of the hall, that the little woman who
stood before you, in shawl and night-cap,
all ready to help you to bed, was somehow
or other the cause Of your heavy head, un-
steady feet, and general disgust for human
nature, and that it was "all her f:ult'' that
the bannisters ran around 30 fast that you
could not catch them? Doubtless your
mind reverted to the 'jolly time" you had
had with Tongue, and Easelwood, and Bib
lio. There, you smoked and drank, and
abused the poor women whom you had left
at home for their want Of economy, while
you were spending fabulous sum upon
cigars and liquors, and preparing yourselves
thereby to become fit subjects for the mer-
CHESS practice of DR.. Tongues brotherf ood
and the final prey of their friends the un-
dertakcrs. And you thought sadly of those
faded joys, and contrasted them with your
present headache, and with the wall of your
baby, whom you had awakened by the noise
you made in trying to pull of your boots,
and remembered that in the morning you
must give out money for breakfast, which
you will not be able to partake Of, and you
wondered why you were so foolish as to
burden yourself with wife family, when
jolly fellows, and club rooms, and cham
pagne, and so forth, were so much pleas
anter; and as soon as your hand was steady
enough, you dragged out your portfolio,
and penned the lines which have quot
ed. .E9 ....
Oh, Cobweb, Cobweb! listen to the still
small voice of conscience. The failure Of
married all the woman's fault? Repeat it
as often as you may, you cannot blind your
self to the truth The "failure"-oh, the
sad, sad failure of married life lis oftenest
your fault. Women there are who are un-
worthy Of love or confidence, and they, I
am sorry to say, generally fall to the lot of
the innocent, mild men, who submit to be
dishonored without = struggle, and who
would have made affectionate husbands to
good women but as general thing, the
change, the sin, the altered heart, the brok.
en- vows, are Adams'-the sorrow and the
suffering are poor, soft-hearted, weak mind
ed Ewes.
When you are in love-when you pay
your devotions at the shrine of some par.
ticular divini y-you are lavish of your
compliments, and devote your leisure hour
to the entertainment Of your fair one
You delude her by actions-aye, and by
absolute vows, if necessary-into the belief
that this state of things is to endure forev-
er. Life is to be passed at her side; the
whole world is nothing in comparison to her
smile. You will commit suicide if she re-
fuses you; you will never smile again if
she does OF smile upon you; absent for a
week from her sweet society and you must
perish inevitably. She, poor child, believes
it all, but you do not. All the while you
think-"When am a married man, shall
not devote myself thus to my wife; it is
questionable and stupid to love ones wife
too much; besides, these good fellows,
friends of mine, might say that was hem
pecked." And thus, with malice prepense,
you marry her, believing her love to be the
same fleeting passion which animates your
breast, and never recognizing the difference
which makes hers glow forever like star,
while yours has vanished like rocket.
Remember, when liken woman's love
to a star, do not say that it is set forever
in cloudless sky. Clouds of doubt and
jealousy may hide it from your sight-storms
Of pride may come between you and its
beams; but there it rolls, o Cobweb! and
there you will fine it when eternity makes
truth clear unto your eyes, such love you
win, prizing it, perhaps, even while ignorant
Of its depths. For month or so you arc
still lover, and she is very happy. So arc
you. Smiles are pleasant welcomes to your
home. You presume upon their brightness
and imagine that they can never fade. You
begin to stay out late; you 60 back to you,
old associates. At first you make Sigh,
apologies for leaving at midnight, by say.
ing of her who was once only spoken of as
an earthly goddess "You see, the little
woman is foolish enough to be anxious if !
stay until morning." By and by, you dc
not even make that excuse; you remain
without thought. One night you have
scene Of tears and histories to 20 through
with. You are told that Smith never wo'd
have been so neglcctful if he had been thu
favored suitOr, and you retort all the more
bitterly because you know that you are te
blame. And, after that, "scenes" are mum
erous and smiles scarce. From one step t.
another you 90 up the staircase Of family
jars. She blames you for neglect; you
blame her for her tears. You flirt with Mis-.
A.; she retaliates by coquetting with Mr.. B
She wonders who wore the bracelets fol
which you paid the bill; you are indignant
at the household expenses. You know al
the while that your hand is steadily break
ing the links which bind you together, bu
you 60 on showing her plainly that, but fol
the sake of your good name in the world
but for the law which binds married mar
to the side of her he calls his wife, she ha.
no tie upon you; that her beauty has M
charm for you, her voice no fascination
choosing any society in preference to hers
leaving her to be alone in heart and soul, or
dangerous choice, to the companionship o
other neglected women, or of some man
who, although he would have done tn
same himself, still pities her, and is angry
at you for your indifference.
Do you wonder that such woman is
reckless in expenditure? do not. Sh.
has her husbands purse at command, bu
not his heart. He cares nothing for her
why should she think of his interest? Sht