The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1860-06-21

And you won't bo offended,
'OfendcdT
'Yes, if speak the truth, as I should
have to do if / impaired my secret to
you
Indeed will not
'Thon to begin. How to make home
happy, as some poet long ago beauti
fully said
"Home's not merely four square walls;
Though with pictures hung and gildcd;
Home is where affection calls
Filled with shriaes the heart hath builded.
SO that constitutes home.
"llome is where thcrs one to love,
Home is where TIERS one to love us
And yet, Susie, my secret is that all
the love in the world will not make a
truly happy home without something
clsc.'
And that
Pray don't interrupt me, Sue Sup
pose My husband should fail to provide
me with food TO eat, clothes to wear.
when he was amply able to supply me
bountittully, how long do you think any
lovo would last, and how happy would
be? 1t is a husbands place to provide;
to see that there is wood in the shed
flour in the barrel, meat, Vegetables,
&c; to see that his wife has tho conve.
nicnces she needs, and that she has
what assistance she requires, that is if
he is able to meet the expenses. Have
you anything TO complain Of in that
line, Susie"
'No indeed; William is Il bountilul
Iprovider.'
'And now comes the wiic's part; the
husband provides house and tlrnituro;
the wife adorns the house, and arran-
ges the furniture; ho provides proyis.
ion, and she prepares it for the table; he
furnishes clothes, and she keeps them in
repair; you understand me, Sue;
yes, ycsp
'Now suppose, after the husband has
done his part, has furnished sweet
little home, and expended much of his
earnings in buying furniture to adorn it,
the wife fails in her part, and the pleas
ant little house is u gloomy, untidy,
unhomclikc place; suppose that she al
lows The cob-wcbs to veil the paper he
chose to please her taste, the dust to
be heavy upon tables, chairs, sofas and
books; suppose that she torgots q to
keep the floor swept the paint clean,
and the doOr-knobs bear the prints of
dirty fingers, the steps and yards are
swept sovonIy from morning till night;
suppose that the beds are not made till
noon, and she is found at that hour in
her untidy dress, reading or cmbroder-
ing What encouragement would there
be for the husband Of such wife.
and that is not ALL continued Kittic,
Ihc husband provides provisions, but
it is either wasted by carclc,sncss, or
spoiled in the cooking; he brings a friend
home to dinner, but is mortified at the
half washed china and slovcnly tabIc-
cloth, the burnt meat and half cooked
bread, and soggy potatoes, hcnaturally
thinks Of tables he has been invited to
sit down to pcrhaps by the same friend
who witnesses his notification where
the bread was like snow, the meat roast
ed to Il turn, the Vegetables meally, and
the dishes and linen spotless; he remcm
bcrs the lady who presided, pcrchancc,
in but print wrapper, yet clean and
neat, with smile Of welcome, md nat.
urally contrasts that memory with his
untidy wife in her slovenly morning
gown, hair perhaps III curl papers, and
wearing a very unwelcoming look with
all, and, instead Of feeling cheerful and
pleasant, he is moody and unsociablc.
What think yon, Sue?
THAT is about 50, whispered Sue
'And suppose that wife, instead of be-
ing economical, is wastetul ,and eXtrav-
agant; suppose that whenever her hus-
band sits down ofan evening she is talk
ing about that 'lovc of Il bonnet, and
that charm of PIN suppose, too, she
wasted time upon useless embroidery,
that is useless in comparison with other
things, and leaves her husbands coats
unmcndcd his collars unironed, his
handllcrchieis unhemmed, his gloves
ripped, and everything where he can't
find it; what think you, Sue?
There was no response; the fair young
head had sunk lower and lower, and
the tears were trickling between the
small fingers pressed over the blue eyes.
Don't cry, Sue. whispered Kittc.
But Susie would.
You're not offended, SueY
A shake of the head was the only re-
ply.
Kittic looked troubled, arose and
walked the floor several times, and then
said kindly ;
you will forgive the pain have CIV
IN you Suc;
'rho pain?
'Ycs, tho pain, Susie; for know you
suffer. have no doubt given you very
nearly the meaning of my secret; my
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