The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1867-08-02
The LoHer aud lne Husband.

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In his "Dream of Life" Ike Marvel
thus sketches in pleasant veinITaud
with those self-conceited, humanizing
incidents which have ever gained the
laughter and good will Of the world,
the lover aud the newly married man
| "You grow unusually amiRble and
kind; you are in earnest in your search
of friends, you shake hands with your
office boy, as II he were your second
cousin. You joke cheerfully with your
washer-woman and give her a smiling
OVER change, and insist upon her keep
ing it. You tap your hacknan on the
shoulder very Familiarity, you tell him
he is a capital fellow; and you don't
allow him to whip his horses, except
when driving to the postottice. You
even ask him to take glass of beer
with you on some chilly evening. You
drink to the health of his wife-where-
upon you think him a very miserable
man; and give him dollar by way of
consolation.
"You think that all the editorials In
the morning papers are remarkably
well written, whether upon your side
or upon another. You think the stock
market has "a very cheerful look-with
Erie-Of which you are large holder
down to seventy five. You wonder
why you never admired Mrs. HemHns
before, or Stoddard; or any of the rest.
"You give pleasant twirl to your
fingers, as you saunter along the street
and say-but not SO loud as TO be over
neard-'She is mine, she is mine.'
"YOu wonder IL Frank ever loved
Nelly one. half as we'll as you love
Madge? You ieel quite sure he never
did. You eau hardly conceive how 1t Is
that Madge has not been seized before
now by scores of enamored men, and
borne of. like the Sabine women in
Roman history. You chuckle over
your future like boy who has found
guinea in cropping for sixPences. You
read over the marriage service, think
ing OF the time when you will take her
hand, and alp the ring nPon her finger;
aud repeat after the clergyman, for
richer, for poura =, for better, for worsen
about it you -
"Thror Your heart clings TO
that one image OF the beloved
Msdge as ii<ut eisaves to day. The
weeks leap with n bound; and the
months only grow long when you APP
proHch that day that Is TO make her
yOurs. There are no dowers rare
enough to make bouquets for her: dia-
monds aTS too dim for her to wear
pearls are tame.
And after marriage, the weeks
are even shorter than before; you Won
DER WHY OH thTlh MI lue 5lukl6 men III
the world do not rush tumultuously TO
the altar. You look upon them all, as
travelled man will look upon some
conceited Dutch boor, who has never
been beyond the limit OF his cabbage
garden. Married men, on the contrary,
you regard them as voyagers, and look
upon their wives-ugly AS they may be
-as better than none.i
You blush little at first telling your
butcher what your wife would like;
you bargain with the grocer.for sugars
and teas, and wonder II he knows you
are a married man. You practice your
new way of talking upon your Office
boy-you tell him that your wife ex-
poets him to dinner; and are astonished
that he does not stare at you to, hear
you say 1t.
"You wonder If the people in the om-
nibus know thar you and Madge are
Just married; and If the driver knows
the shilling you hand him is for self
and wife? You wonder If anybody was
ever so happy before, or ever will be so
happy again?
"You enter your name upon the hotel
books as Clarence and lady; and
come back to look at it-wondering if
anybody else has noticed it-and think
ing that 1t looks remarkably well. You
cannot help thinking that every third
man you meet in the hall, wishes he
possessed your wife-nor do you think
1t very sinful in him to wish it. You
fear 1t Is placing enptation in the way
of covetous men, to put Madge's little
gaiter outside the chamber door at
night.
"Your home when it is entered, is
Just what it should be-quite small
with everything she wishes. The sun
strikes it in the haPpiest possible way
the piano is the sweetest toned in the
world-the library is stocked to a charm
and Madge, that blessed wife, is there,
adorning and giving life to It all. To
think, even, of her possible death, is Il
suffering you class with the tortures of
the Inquisition. You grow twain of
heart and purpose. Smiles seem made
for marriage; and you wonder how you
wore one beforel" -g--- T---