The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1873-06-26

ed Tom expected as large a return from
his investment in matrimony as he did
from his investment in business. He
| hadn't learned large charity for his kind.
| He was young. And truly few have
/ learned it when they are old.
He tore his hair and neglected his
work until the angel was in his arms.
/ Then after brief revel, he stared to dis
cover that angels take deal of pluming,
are capricious in their desires, and fret to
| fly higher than single poor newspaper
mans quill can carry them. If Tom had
married his grandmother or the strong
minded woman of the present day, with
her straight skirts and umberella, or if
he had met the queen of women, that
/ Joyous, true, passionate, strong mobile
creature, who takes hold of tire world
and blesses her whole passage through it,
how different might Toms record have
/ been But he married Ada Ada had
bright hair, but it shone like the SUD
above frequent storms. She was small,
but her wants were large. She wasn't an
intellectual woman; no blue was Ada, but
she made Tom blue. You want your
wife to adapt herself to your needs-to
| be your child, friend, sister, mother.
| What would you do with a woman forev-
| er pulling back from your leading hand,
with about much insight of you and
your love as lap-dog in ribbons Why
! the manufacture of women without souls
! goes on, l know not, unless it be because
there is demand for them among the aua-
Supplied
| Ada's spirit lay bleeding ever. Because
her dress wasn't hounced like Mrs.
Smiths, or aCaS houneed like Mrs.
| Browns; because Toms paper sent him
North, when he could see. if he were not
utterly selfish that she needed a trip
South; because he scribbled until late at
| night, and because he didn't scribble
! enough; because he didn't make for
tune, and because he didn't lavish more
on her; because she couldn't go to Wash
! ington, and because she did go to Wash
ington, but couldn't keep up with the
Cabinet ladies. But in all her wailing, it
never occurred to her to wall that she
was no fitting wife for the proud and
sensitive young man who had made such
a good fight for the position he could
| give her. Neither did she lift up her
voice and weep because her disposition
! developed his bile and made him desper-
! ate
Misfortunes gloomed around Tom His
paper changed hands, and instead of be-
| ing beekoned higher, he was put in a
more subordinate place. "Jover' NUT
tered Tom, 'This to the end of the chap
ter p
"You don't seem to care what becomes
of your wifep whimpered Ada.
Then he fell sick, and some clever fell
low stepped into even this lower place.
Tom was put to one makeshift and an
other. Had good berth half promised
to him here, and brilliant prospects open
ed to him there; but when he put out
his hand they weren't there. Just my
luck p he fell into the habit of saying.
! He did the meanest literary work, except
| fnolI1inn This ba 1piunr fn
even by Ada's vixenish fits. And they
draggled from one cheap boarding-place
| to another
Tom walked the streets toward sunset,
gaunt and weak, yet watching to meet
something" Tom was imaginative; had
often enjoyed other peoples blessings by
his very sympathy with them. But sick
ness and Ada's long attrition had blunt
ed this beautiful faculty. So he didn t
steal much happiness as he went past,
out of rich mems houses. In fact, he saw
fine gracious faces which hurt him. II
wonder" thought Tom, ''if some woman
couldn't have endured what she has with
me, without making such a row about
itY
He paused on a bridge. The draw was
open. While waiting for it to be closed
he watched the slow, fascinating current
under him. He began recalling all the
SulCluGS IIS tld1 CpOElGI anu uCClUSO
that of all the independent routes to the
next world, passage by water was the
best. "Soon under and soon hid, NUT
tered Tom. Friends haven't the trouble
and expense of funeral. If you are
fished out, they cam recognize you"
The draw was closed. People passed
over, but Tom fingered, watching the
evening star skate across the water.
II suppose if l scramble hard, can
| ! IL, g. III
but what's the use of making the effort
1t might as we'll end now as ten or TWEEN
ty years hence I'm failure and fool
No use being sentimental and saying I've
had draw backs Most men have but
they come out, while go under. Could
MT have been put up right in the first
place. Here's your choice: a swing
through the air. natural gasp or two
: then maybe a better chance at your next
beginning, if the Lords fair; or, Ions
: crawl ahead broken-backed snake fash
ion, and likely as not missing Heaven a.
last. Ada'll be comforted. She'll &C
: home to her fathers and carry black-bor
dered handkerchiefs for year, and theI
she'll do the charming widow to some
fellow, as@she did the charming girl L
, me, and he'll begin to pay her bills anc
get ready for eternityl"
Here dashed suddenly through hi.
nl6uOrY pdIdSLdpn 4lS httS
' once written concerning a young maj
l bent on selfdestruction, who rushed tC
the brink of bluff cast one long, las
l look below, and then-returned home.
"Jovew muttered Tom, 'before I'd g
: on my word, I'd jump, out of self-respect
: Better not be much longer thinlzin.
about it, either
a He was seated on the edge of tn,
e bridge He braced his hands firmly OIL
S each side of him, looked up at the fai
!, twilight sky at the city beginning t.
! twinkle with lights. the smoke belchini
I from tall chimneys, people running hk
ants in the distance,-
= 'Must Jesus bear the cross alone,
And all the world go free?
l. No; there's n cross for every one,
# And there's a cross for mel!
d Now here happened diversion whicl
e proves the ruling passion strong in death
t Tom, quick with reporter $ instinct, as il
:, his palmiest days, turned his head an
saw a street-preacher standing on a cask
II not many rods away, trying to gathe
n sailors and wharfmen by his voice
=, 1t was thrilling voice. There was
q ring of Joy and power in it, AS genera
g thing, Tom had never taken stock i
street preachers. He had heard ther
e rant too often in the crazy reform styl,
o But this man drew his eyes and ear
k while the river still held his intention
and thoughts. He see-sawed; that voic
le sang on triumphantly,
" "That consecrated cross I'll bear,
Till death shall set me Free