The Greenville enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1870-1873, 1871-03-08

ton he did not feel, and though.
sho l,od no right to complain when
her wants were supplied Her.
devotion did not aliaie. She touk.
an interest in his business to please
him, and did every thing in her
power to make home pleasant and
cheerful. He told her women
knew nothing Of business, and he
did not like 10 be questioned. II
slc read the political papers and
tried to interest him thus, he did
not Ike to see women meddIinQ
with politics ; thus rudely severing
every link which bound them
together.
Before her marriage, she had
been engaged i'm writing for lite.
rary journal; now i'm her isola.
,i'n, che rcsortcd to that prolific
field for enjoyment. Her contri.
buttons became more frequent, and
OF such q character as TO attract
the attention Of the prces. She
received letter from her publish.
er requesting her to write exclu-
sively and constantly for his jour.
nal for stipulated amount. She
showed the letter to her husband,
who angrily forbade her making
any such engagement. II have
submitted to this thing, because l
thought you wanted some amuse.
ment, but the moment you begin
to receive remuneration for your
writing, you must support yourself
independent Of me-" Her eyes
were often heavy with the weight
of unslied tears, but she forced
them back, and tried to be cheer.
ful and to seem conten:ed with her
lot. In her few visits tc her pa.
rents, she let no word escape her
to lead them to helicve che was
unhappy. believe that tyranny
grows upon what it feeds on, and
that tyrants are ever cowardly.
Twelve months after her mar.
riage, and the very morning after
Alice,s reception Of that letter
from her publisher, several gentle.
men were sitting in Mr.. Cbester's
counting room, when Arthur Nor.
ton, a young friend of Mr.. Ches.
ier's, took from his pocket mag.
azine and said: Il would give
much to know The author of this
article by Alice. have read her
sketches and essays for the past
two years, aud never saw any
thing better from tho pen Of a
woman. dave you read any of
them, Charlie2 This last one is
excellent" MIR. Chester spoke
very shortly, ~ never read any
thing written by a woman" 4
man present, who had been fire
quent visitor at AIR. Cheste.'s,
spoke up: Why, Morton, they
tell me Mrs. Chester is the author
of those sketches. Her name is
Alice. No ono wonld ever sup.
pose that she was u writer. She
Is 80 quiet and retiring in her
manners. l have always thought
literary women were either fast or
blue-but Charles little lady bird
has changed my opinion" Mr..
Morton was ceservedly noted tor
his literary talents, and was no
mean critic. Mr.. Chester knew
that well enough, but he had that
mean, selfish disposition, which
does not like for any one to ad
lnire what is underrated by Itself.
and lie was almost ready to crush
his former friend, when he laid
Ills hard on his arm, and said |:
" Why, Charlie, you certainly have
not kept the fact that your wife
was a lady "f such talents from
your friend who is always ready
to fall down and worship genius
You ought to be proud of her,
man. Strange that you, have nev.
er asked me to call on yon since
your marriage have never seen
your wife, Really, Charlie, il she
We Q mine, ] should consider N.Y.
self rich in the possession of such
q asure. Shall / ask m, self to
call Oh You this evening 2" 1t was
with difficulty that Mr.. Chester
could preserve his usual politencss,
but he did so, and replied, i" Ger.
tainly, Arthur, come by the store
and | will go with you up to my
residence" When lie went TO
dinner that day, he ordered bis
wife to discontinue her cvntribu.
tions to the press. "My dear bus.
band" she pleaded, II do not
neglect any duty tor my writing.
II is snch a comfort to me during
your absence Mt the store, and |
have 80 much tiiHe unemployed
othervise." - will not have my
wife known as literary woman.
Had yOu heard tue conversation
IN my store to Gay, relative to that
very article you were working on
last week, you would not feel so