The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1872-12-14
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and that, politely unconscious, and
went away to sneer afterward. Among
all the friends on the Medlark list, and
they were many, there was only one ex
ception in this respect, and that was
a woman, whose age and relationship
gave her privilege. Her motherly heart
yearned over the misguided wife, cast
ing her happiness, bit by bit, to the
winds, and she demonstrated
''Lose my husbands love Jessie's
eye and lip took on at once their most
mutinous sparkle and curve. "Dear
Aunt Dunbar, that cuckoo strain in
the mouth of woman like you Do
you know whenever / hear that thread
bare phrase I never can help thinking
of fetichman, and the poor savage
cowing before him. A mans love is
our fetch. Burn the bread, he won't
love you. NEEDLE with politics, he
won't love you. Have an opinion of
your own-it is all over-he can't love
you. From frowsy hair to infidelity,
this terrible menace awaits each and
every offence. Nonsense! Show a
man that he must respect you-that
you are not to be snubbed, and checked,
and put down-and he will love you all
the better"
Mrs. Dunbar sighed Then she smil
ed, and made the following remarkable
answer, in the tone of one who recites
quotation:
CT love him better than myself. 1t
will be my happiness to devote my
whole life to him, and to show the world
one married couple who shall be one
and not two.
Jessie flushed crimson
q know I said So" she said pas
sionately 81 thought so, felt so "
and then her chest heaved. ''And SO /
would have done, but wife should be
something more than housekeeper
and a plaything. She should have her
husbaed's confidence, and share his
pursuits"
"Like our friend, the professors
wife," assented Mrs Dunbar "He
declares that his books should read,
written by self and wife, 50 invaluable
has he found her assistance"
Yes. ] remember her" Jessie very
doubtful.) Anugly little woman, with
high cheekbones, and hair straight
over her ears. know what you mean
johns geology and the factory But
[ hate geology, and when he gets among
his wheels, | just go to the piano. /
cannot endure the jargon; besides, /
don't think | should care to resemble
the professors wife"
1" Then why complain of your hus-
band You do not wish to share his
pursuits, after all "
"Why don't he interest himself in
something | can like ~
"TEen he must be quite another
| man and, as you said he was the only
man you ever could love just as he is,
you would not care for him then, at
all"
81 don't mean such things" retort-
| ed Jessie, holly. q want something
higher and nobler in his Affection
more influence over his life He loves
me, and laughs at me; leases me, and
sets me on one side when he chooses
yes, and humors me like a child, be,
cause am not worthy serious opposi-
ton. AS if women were not as capa-
BILE of heroism and noble deeds as
men!
Such women as Jane Millais, - re.
turned Mrs. Dunbar, with some EN-
phasis. "When the boat overturned.
last summer, and they went down, she
had her husband about the neck; and
| she deliberately let him go, thinking it
better to perish by herself, than to drag
him down with her. Under God, they
all owed their lives to her heroic self
control, for he was the only swimmer
in the party"
Jessie shuddpred
81 could never have done that. /
should have chung tight-tight about
| his neck.
Mrs. Dunbar laid down her work, and
| took both of Jessie's hands In hers.
4" You are no heroine, and yet your
husband is to reverence your nobility of
character. My little Jessie, did you
ever hear of the twenty-five pound
| weight that thought the world amiss
| and the scales unjust, because it was
not treated like hundred weight ?"
Jessie pulled her hands away pas
sionately.
"Oh, of course. [ am everywhere
in the wrong am Johns inferior. I
should be only too happy in the druid
gerry of household life, and generously
rewarded when my lord took time from
his sensible pursuits to glance my way"
"And II 1t were so, :" returned Mrs.
Dunbar, quite unmoved, ait would
not be your part to assert yourself as
you are doing now-for charity endures
all things, and seeks not her own but,
Jessie. you poor child, the drudgery of
daily life There is no drudgery for
love, dear. I married young man whose
Il 4 ~
pursuits. And after few trials, it be-
came plain enough that [ had no ca
pacity of comprehension for the mat
tiers that interested him most. But /
could comprehend how much he loved
his studies. And since [ could neither
be left hand help on his work, nor an
eye or ear TO detect errors and omis-
slons, or even memory to serve as n
reference, / promised myself to be to
him always an atmosphere of home
comfort and sympathy for what pleased
him. Jessie" and Mrs. Dunbar's soft
voice trembled little, "I thank God,
looking back on our lorg and happy
life, that my husband could IS well
have existed without the air VIC actual
ly breathe, as without me-and there
is no boast in that. loved him deep
ly, and there was my one talent, my one
way of serving him.
Jessie buried her face in her hands
Mrs. Dunbar resumed her needles with
out another word, TIL by and by some
body came in, and looking in surprise
from one to another, said, half uneasi
| ly:
"Why, Jessie, pet, are you dream
ng?"