The Van Buren press., 1874-10-27

home forever, as some men do their
wives, or make them, you'd soon lose
those pretty cheeks ofyou,s, and by an
by even your spirits; and at last you'd
become dowdy, IL not confirmed in.
valid. Put . plant in a cellar. fyou
want to kill it; give 1t fresh air and sun.
shine, II you would have it bloom. Now,
there's that fellow, Trevor ] felt, to-
day, as if would like to thrash him."
"Surely, Mr.. Trevor has nothing to
do with my going out" exclaimed Mrs.
Chanter, in surprise.
"But he has with bis wife's. The Tre-
vors are asked also to the Sllmans. Blu,
this lazy fellow of husband says he
doesn't intend to- let Mrs Trevor 60
It's time to put stop to the thing, he
told me. p"
"Why. he doesn't work half A. bard
as you do! I've always heard his busi
ness was a very easy one. |"
$50 IL is. Hes richer, too, than
am, and can afford to take life differently
But he was always selfish and tyrannical
as poor Helen will find out to her cost
Pity she hadn't found it out long ago. =
Alas she had already begun to And Il
out, and as the years went by she founc
it out more and more. She soon sanl
into mere household drudge. Her hus
band did not desert her Of evenings, al
many husbands do their wives; he wen
neither to tavern nor to club; we will say
that in his favor; but he betook himself
to his newspaper and cigar, varied will
an occasional doze. AS he hardly ex
changed a word with poor Helen, she
might as well have been thousand miles
away She sat in the same room with
him, stitching, stitching, till her eyes
achcd with the monotony and the weari
ness Of it all.
In the first year or two Of their mar
red life, he had continued the subscrip
ton to the two or three magazines am
newspapers which had been her favorite'
before she left her fathers house, Blu
after while be had them stopped
"What does married woman want will
lovo stories? ?" he said mperiously, for
getting that the magazine was as much &
his wife MS his newspaper was to him
Often and often poor Helen thought tha
il she could only have few books, |
new poem, or periodical of some kind
she could have borne things better.
Her life was 50 dry and hard that ever
the least glimpse of the world of imagi
nation would have been to her what tht
cool spring in the desert is to the weary
thirsty traveller But her husband said
in his dogmatic way, when, once or twice
she ventured TO borrow book, and ht
found her reading, "Pshaw! A move
again how can you waste your time will
such nonsense a pretty example you arr
setting to your daughter.
Mrs. Trevor had been pretty, a. WI
have said, when she married. But Il
less than ten years she was faded
shrunken woman, whose nerves were al
awry, and who was fast sinking into |
confirmed Invalid. Before she had beer
married twenty years, before her eldes
daughter was grown girl, she quietly
slipped into the coffin, and had done
with this life forever. Her husband pu
on black, and wore tho deepest Grape OF
his hat, aud went about telling people O
his inconsolable loss, and then, after (
year, he married again.
Meantime what Of the other pair To
day, at forty, Mrs. Chanter is as hand
some as ever, people say and when she
goes out with her dauA hler, passes with
strangers for an elderly sister. He
mind has not been starved, her SOU
dwarfcd. "A little judicious amusemen
is as necessary to woman" her hus
band always said, "as food, or air, or af
fiction" On this principle he acted
The result was that his wife always KEEP
her spirits. her health, her good looks
and from being thoroughly happy her
self, was able to make him all the hap
pier.
You can starvc a human soul, h'
often said, "just as easy as the body.
Aud some do it,
Perhaps lie was thinking OF Trevor al
be spoke. Whether he was or not, th'
recording angel was, and when the ac
counts come to be made up, In the grea
ehancery Of heaven, there will be littl
doubt as to VIII ch Of the two husband
will win the verdict