The Placer herald., 1871-01-07

Migratory Husbands.

never had one of them, thank Heaven,
but know they must be dreadful these
heads of families who are forever popping up
in new localities, with Lo! I'll build here.
Here's rising bit of property or, This old
cottage I'll renovate-clap on wing or pi-
azza, live in it six months and sell out at
bargain. Then those husbands who are for
ever shifting their business from place to
place-now to viliage-now to a city
now to backwoods; delightful time must
their wives have of it! Never mind how
faithful, devoted and enterprising woman
may be it's a great trial for her to be
continually pulling up stakes, and tearing
away home-tcndrils, even if her migratory
spouse is in other respects the best in the
world. I'd like to see the person who would
tell me that wouldn't go with John if he
decided to set a soda-fountan in the desert
of Sahara No. I'd 60; but I'd suffer in the
going, though | told my woes not even to
old Cheops himself But what if, instead
of one grand move, he fitted about like a
grassiopper? What # he tried Bloomfield,
and Flatbush, and Woodsidc, and Harlem,
and dozen other places, from the coming of
the first nursery tooth to the going away Of
the last nursery measles? What if he dip
ped the children into twenty schools filled
every April air with mourntul farewels to
all our neighbors, and kept the parlor car
pets in a perpetual spasm of contraction and
expansion? Would be the blessed happy
woman that am? Wouldn't ! be thin,
weary and heartsore, and the children, NOR
ally, just little waits made of the shreds and
patches of many villages? Certainly. Es
tablished SMILES are all very WE'LL but your
oaks don't hop about. They stand still and
beside the H.
Only yesterday, while shopng in town, l
chanced to find myself in a street car beside
a man and stout woman engaged in earn
est conversation. His wae thin, flushed
face, with restless eyes and lips that ask,
'Whv ?" "Wbo pew here p even when
they are silent Hers was soft, tleshy, mas
sive. and its little eyes were fall of tempor-
arv ahbiIity and interest. He evidently
was speaking Of some recent bereavement,
while the badly leaning toward him wore a
sort of wash of deep feeling which was mot
dye though it gave her hue of aympa-
thy quite proper III a street car. pr sently
| caught the words:
She was indeed You lost a treasure
when YOU lost her.
Yes, and wonderful creature for moving
about, pursued the man with deep feeling.
It didn't make any ditlerence--you could
take that woman and set her down any
where
Hi eyes filed with tears, and ! looked
ont Of the window-sorry for his sake, but
glad that the angels had taken at last one
poor woman from migratory husband.
The country abounds with these natural
lied Bedouins. | say nothing against men
who go North, South, East or West, and
settle. They are the nerves Of the body pol
itic, and indispensable to our new civilization.
But do feel impeed to quote mothers fa-
vorite expression, and whisper to hundreds
of men almost within hearing distance at this
moment Do stay put. For the sake Of
wives, homes, children, yourselves, take root
somewhere Help to build up in America
the beautiful homestead-feeling SO common
to Europeans and almost unknown to us.
Let your very saplngs understand that i'll
time they are to shade your great-srand
ch ldren -HeorM and Home.