Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1867-03-29

Ny name is Pamela-Pamela Pen
feather. am literary. So is my hus-
band. He writes for the Indian
Chronicle" and a sprinkling of
other periodicals and I contribute to
the Weekly Dolphin :" sandwiching
a book here and there, In the intervals
as my Celtic cook and Penfeather' 8
shiEt-buttons permit.
Ny gift is inherited-my father was
an editor. / came into the world wrap
ped in a prOof-sheet. When | was no
taller than an editors table, [ used to
paste newspapers in their envelopes
fUr-the mail. When proOf-readers
were scarce, [ read the proofs. Older,
when contributors were wanting, or ex-
orbitant Ia their demands, [ furnished
articles. When letters or MSS. of aW-
full ChIrOgraphy came, l translated the
heathenish characters. With the eye
of an eagle, ran over a pile of eX-
changes as high as my head, and pOun-
ced upon anything that concerned our
Office. l mention these little items,
to show you my qualifications for lit
erary mans wife. Also, that you may
understand why did not, when mar
ried, bury myself In Penfeather's
shift-4FoBts, or crush myself under
his household gridiron. On the CON
tFaFy, I remarked to him on our we'd
ding day, "Penfeather, although mat
rimOnially we are one, literarily We
are two. Marrying me, you did, marry
my pen. That is going still 20 wag on
ia single blessedness. Y our divine 8f-
fatus is one thing mine Is another.
This vas agreed upon In that halcyOn
hour.
But you know what man is, and
what his promises are. IF you don't
l hope you never may. It was not
long before Penfeather came nosiBg
round my writing desk, which, I trust
to goodness, is not so dusty as he in
sists on keeping his and peepiDg over
my CoDjugal shoulder, which you
will agree was treating me more like
a wife than an individual, remarked
" Pamela, 1 wish you would leave out
that sentence ;; pointing to my cher
ished idea, with his inky forefnger,
u don't agree with you at all"
well, replied /, II didn't expect
you would when Iwrote it but what
of that p Only, that if you can't
leave it out I wish you would put it
differently; it will ruin your article"
t'PeRfeather, said I, rising and sit
ting down on his lap, to make sure of
him till I got through, "Penfeather,
have you forgotten our agreement ?
And do you rec0llect a day or two
since, when IN your Indian Chronicle
article, you were running your reek-
less pen tilt against your bread and
butter, and ] reminded Yon of that,
and that you would bring a hornets
nest about your ears from the faithful
beside, did you obliterate single pen
track ? Not a bit of it. It stood all
the same as if / had not spo ken. Now
that's just what I am going to do. And
when the storm comes, [ shall stand
and take it like a woman aud you
need not consider 1t necessary to be
on hand with your umbrella. Whereat
Penfeather shook his head, which he
combs once a week with his fqe fin
gers, and went back to his pen and his
pipe for solace.
Thank goodness, my inspiration is
not derived from tobacco. No gOf-
fee both smells and tastes better.
You may know the window of my
room by the morning papers that I
hang out to air, from his polluting
touch, before I can read them Not
tnaC many newspapers would not be
better for airing anyhow; but that is too
vast subject for one article. When I
edit paper will either refuse to in
sert smutty advertisements, or I will
not refuse to insert dignified, prop
erly expressed article on "MaRdalen
Asylums," and Homes for the Friend
less. My ideas of contamination 10
the family circle may be peculiar, but,
as the woman said of her hideOus ba-
bies, they are mine.
/ would not advise any woman to
marry a literary husband Mine nev-I
er hears when speak to him. He is /
always Matching out "an article" /
was q long while finding out this, as he
had q way Of asserting TO my remark s !