The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1873-08-08
4 Speu Of IstngIe Btessedmess.


NV wife has gone away for the summer
and left me in full charge of the house. l
like it--haven't had such a run OF liberty
since we were married. / hope she h'''
ING good time, for I can now exercise my
RIGHTS as head of the family. Can 90 II
when she's at home she'll not stahu It.
Sbo hos miles. and makes everybody about
hor too the mark. But I've got her now,
ord am having things my own way
This morning came home quite early.
Tt was two A. NJ. I'd been to the club and
got caught in the Iain. For half an hour
I couldn't find the key-hole, which must
have got mislaid felt for it everywhere,
u even got down into the backyard and
ined every brick, but couldn't find it.
!. was in the act of calling one of my neigh
bors and asking him who had carried OH
my front door, when happened 10 llllu II
and got into the house.
In the dark l kicked over splttoon, put
luckily didn't get any tobacco juice on my
boots. I hung my Overcoat and uhofeli'
on a prong of the chandelier, let them drip
on the parlor carpet, and went up stairs
and turned in with my boots on. thought
it wasn't worth while to pull them OIL, as
I would have to get up in eight or ten hours
ANYWAY. If my wife had been at home
she'd have had me an hour looking for the
bootiack, and would have lost that amount
of rest, which my system so much needed.
Besides, she'd have me give full account
of myself, which don't like to do. lnever
did believe in praising myself. It's better
to let others speak of ones virtues. l can
now wear a shirt week, and it's nobody's
business. don't see how l ever got along
with that woman. The idea of having to
put on clean shirt, black my boots and
brush my clothes every morning is Tidicu-
lous. 1t is a miracle to me how | ever did
it and attend to my other business. now
read the morning paper without being
forced to see an impatient woman standing
with her dress in one hand, looking very
miserable, and finally telling me she wants
that paper for b.. Any one, to look /
at the house now, would know there's no |
woman about-everything so quiet and /
comfortable and handy. If want to do
little figuring 1 don't have to hunt up a
pencil. or pen and ink, but just sit down
to one of the tables and do it with my fin
ger, and there's nobody to be eternally
welding a dust;ng brush around my head
and telling me to get out of the way until
the house is cleaned up. These are con-
siderations which every married man should
ponder over. But when we do ponder and
resolve, what good does it do? That's the
question which is now agitating the Amer
lean people. What good does it do? Not
a bit If these women can't have every
thing just their own way they swoon into F.,
Mysteries. AS a consequence, we have to |
pay fifty dollar doctor bill, and stay in |
the house all day tanning them, and prom
Using in the end that ''we may be happy
YETI before they show any disposition to
compromise. Our wives are petted too
much. And this reminds me that mine
won't yield to any other treatment. l un-
dertook TO prescribe more stringent rem
edy for her one day, but it threw her into
n fit more like the '.jim-jams' than any
thing know of. She broke every plate in
the house over my head, and l had to kiss
her before she would promise not to do it
again. That's what makes me say she's
set in her ways.
There, too, are the piano and guitar
she kept going from morning until mid
night, filling the whole neighborhood with
discordant sounds which she called music
Both are as mute as the bird-cage, which
was vacated last week by strategic move
ment of the cat.
The two hundred pots of flowers which
she left me to cultivate 1 don't think will
produce much of a crop. They're nearly
all ripe now, and there's DO sign Of flower
yet. I have watered them twice since she
left, but it did no good. l reckon they miss
her, and are pining away because she amt
here. In this respect they do not resemble
me to any alarming extent.
Our kitchen never looked better. The
stove and pipe have assumed a beautiful
red tint, and the pots are bringing forth a
fine crop of beautiful white vegetable mould
which l haven't learned the name of, but
she'll know when she comes. The dishes
don't look quite SO clean and bright as they
might, but the flies are bad this year, and
If l were TO wash them every two weeks
they wouldn't present a respectable ap-
pearance.
NOTE TO THE EDIToR.-Please suppress
the article l sent you about my ''Spell of
Single Blessedness." The old woman has
got back.