Smyrna times., 1868-02-12
SCELLAN US.
Written for the "Smyrna Times"
LETTER FROM PETER BRADLY.

WHAT PETER BRADLY's WIFE SAID ABOUT
HIS LITERARY EFFUSIoN.-PETER TAKES A
NOME DE PLUME AND is NO MORE KNOWN
TO OUR READERS AS PETER Brady.
Mr.. EDATUR:-
When rit that peace last weak
| didn't sa a wurd about it to Sary Jane
(Sary Jane-shes mi wife; before she was
maired to me her name wus Sary Jane Perkins
an l did use to think that 'ous the sweetest
name that evur wus,-but I'm dagressing), |
did MT sa q wurd to her about it, but jist as
sune as the paper cum out [ borried one, an
pottered rite strate home to show of it to Sary
Jane, an surprize her.
Sez I-goin in to where she wus darnin my
Sunday stOckins-sez |, "Sary Jane, just rede
that ere composishun an the name that's
sind unto it.
"What composishun, an what name ?" sez
she.
Then 1 sez, pintin out the peace, and straten-
in miself up to mi ful hite-''That peace there,
don you see tan don't that name look vel
in purrntY'
" Mi grashus," sez Sary Jane, "whi that's
your name-P -et-e-r Peter-B-r a-d-l-y Brad
ly-Peter Brady. What in the wurld hev you
got yur name doin there?" and insted of redin
it to see what it wus about, she commenst akin
qweschuns-jest like womun.
p" You aint guin to sell out, are you? l ne
yer seed slch man-we amt got nothin more
nor we want-not haf as much, the grachus
nos-an' here you're putin some of it the pa
pur to be sold.''
"No, no." sez I, "Sary Jane, no, nothin'
of the Kindred it, reed it-wife of mi buz-
yum, pardner Of mi joys, and congratulate your
proud husban on his talons, as CRATE litera-
rial I"
can what's that?' sez she, "what dye
meen by sich a wurd-I nevur hearn tel of the
likes of it in all mi born days"
Then the fust pang of discontentness that
ever felt In mi conjuggal life parst itself thru
mi brest. Alias, thinks | to miself-is it pos
sibul that the pardner of mi joys, the sheerer
of mi keers, is so ignrunt, an takes SO little
intrust in intellecshal pOursutes, that she duz-
zent no what literarial meens? VIII | hev no
simpethy for mi tites of mind in the buzZum
| of that deer cumpanyum of mi hart?
But while l was musin in thus manner, she,
perfeckly ign rant of the bitter angish of mi
mind, was a spellin out an redin Of the peace
an | standin by watin ankshusly for its effect
on her. At last she got thru, and iumpin up,
flung her arms roun mi neck and kissed me
| don't know how many times an that per-
cedin surprised me, for she hadn't done the
like since | took her home that three-levy dress
two year ago, an then she broke out a'most
. cryin, "Oh, I'm SO glad.
1 wus glad two-for l thot it wus a bust Of
inthusyism-tha she 'preshated my effurt, an
all mi sad musins vanished g like the sun be-
for the mOrnin due"
"I'm SO glad" she continyed, for now
Parmelia-(that mi darter will hev a new
hoop-skirt, an little Peter chats our boy
named for his proud fawther-an he looks like
me amazin-bein hansum), he'll hev red tor
boots, with coppur toes onto EN-, an I'll hev
"a"
"Hold on" sez I, "Sary Jane, hold on
you'll brake sumthin, what in all this wurlC
has you an the young 'uns gettin new things tf
do with that ere peacep"
"Whi," sez She, You'll make so mucl
money, writin peaces, an books an pottery, al
I'll get a new balmoral, an Bismarket dres
an a hole lot of things to on mi he'd, an thu
chilren will hev things like other peoples chill
ren, and you'll git a new-what did the maj
pay you fur that peacc?'
l begun to see what she was drivin at. "Pa,
| me" sez l, "whi to tell you the trooth, Sar.
Jane, [ never axed him about the pay, an
amt sure that he hasn't charg'd d me ten cents
line for printin of it-tho if he has he II hev
good time gettin his money"
Then she broke out: 1.-The nasty, stingy
or nry contemplate, mean, no akount rapscal
lyon-not to pay you nuthin for rackin yur
brains for him-an you, Pete, you re fool
|
gitten no-pay-an you'll be bigger fool no
Thomsuns colt-an it swum the river to ge
out of the rain-if you rite anutker wurd on
less he pays you, and pays you well. "
"But, mi deer helpmeet," seq l, us ritter
don't think about sich bais things as pay fo
our works, we rite for fame-for fame, Sar
Jane"
:" Fiddlesticks," seq she tossin of her he'd
Fame wont feed-so it wont, an I'll bet m
a rlt hot
mite that wus watin for you to cum in an hel
me with our hog work-and when went ou
to look for you Bill Jones dog cum in an stol
l don't know how much pork; nice begini
for fame, isn't it2"
AS this wus rather a hintin on facts,
didn't no what to say-but concluded to tur
it off,
"Jest hev pashunce," sez I, "sary Jane
hev pashunce Fame first, then the none
will cum Of itself" An [ went on in thi
strane, kind incur agin her to hev pashunce
SO that she got pass6ed at last, and sez she
"Wel, Pete, jist you go on; | hev my doubt:
but go on, wei see who's right, and then yo
can't blame me-"
Sary James the best woman in the world
L could married intellectual woman, on
that rit potry, essys, and peaces for the paper
but preferred Sary Jane, an hev always bi
glad of it, for another man married the othe
woman, an now, poor fellow, he has to was
dishes, tend to the cookin, nuss the chil'ren-
dress em-and do all sich, while she's up staii
dressed like a scarecrow, ritin her peaces
always pray that l may never be born to hi
fate.
I've concluded to take nom1mey du plum
as the French people say-which in Unite
States language, means, spose, a name tht
isn't your own, but which every body know
means you. do it, bekase it looks like pu
tin on airs to sine mi own name to mi rtins
| wish I'd thot of it before; then would 4
l. bin tTubbled with so many congratulations, an
letters, akin for my photygrats, aud cards wit
my name on en-.
a So, you'll hear from Peter Brady no more
he sded-rest quiet cat IN peGs-(that's classic
He's gone the wa of all the earth, an his litel
arial Successor an exketur risin fenix like, OF
rs of his ashus is,