Knoxville journal. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1874-1986, 1875-12-23

| never felt that was q martyr, but yet
| / believe that II Is good feeling. The
/ martyr doesn't aiways carry n pensiye,
sorro~ful hook, and one must get 10 know
them personally before knowing their pro
I session-
Mn. Barber ia ia: and forty, even If she
| isn't fair. | have passed her ticket on the
| tsob-taiied street-cars fis7e and again, re-
lcefving a gracious smile each time 10 a
reward, and many aud many a time have
! said TO myself:
All. II were as fat and contented rs
Mr.. Barber
| | have looked al her and wondered If
/ panics, smallpox. clerical scandals, or
| earthquakes ever moved her mind from its
I regular balance. and have enyied the
/ broad, good natured smile which she has
I always shown 10 the public. / didn't
| dream that she was a martyr. but yet she
| il. She eonhded In me the other day, and
with fearful eyes she told me that she did
| not live agrceably with Mr.. Barber. He
| insisted on her baking the potatoes on the
| top crate in tho oven, while she felt Ger
tain In her own mind that they ought TO
I be baked ON the bottom CRATE.
Z" have had tc give up to him. she
added, her eyes full Of tears. but can
never take another hours comfort in this
worldl II was my fate to marry q man
who believed in top CRATES, and suppose
| must suffer In silence, even though the
grave is not far away"
tried 10 console her By promising 10
see her husband and endeayor TO argue
him into being satisfied with bottom crate
potatoes but her tears fell afresh, and she
mournfuIly said:
1t would be useless. / have borne
this burden for thirty long years, and
can bear it to the grave"
didn't know that Mr.. Hopkins was
martyr until he called at the house one
evening TO borrow six shillings. He
looked 80 sad and dowIf>hearted ! offered
him dollar. This opened his heart, and
after bit he informed me that he was
carrying a crushing burden through life.
Is j! a famig patter!" ! softly in.
quired, as he hesitaied.
He wiped tear away and replied that
IL was his wife He married her for love
and loved her yet, and, although she was
The weaker, she would not yield her opin-
ioE to his. He believed in an endless
towel hung on a roller, while she con-
tended that the towel should be hung on
nail. lie had argued with her, had read
ancient history 10 her to substantiate his
arguments, but she was obstinate and un.
yielding.
Il will go over and see her, and tell
her that Queen Victoria uses rOller-tOw-
els" replied; but he shook his head
sadly, and mournfuliy continued
1T wouldn't do any good she is set in
her ways, and you couldn't move her. Ii
Z. -, i.,,r H..
through life, and must do the best can
until the grave opens 10 receive me-"
II was only By accident that | discoy-
cred that little Mrs. Shoemaker was a
martyr. | dropped In there to borrow ID
hammer and found her weeping bitter
ly. ! sat down on the edge Of chair and
asked her II death had removed any Of her
loved relatives 10 better land.
Not that. not that!" she sobbed.
" 1t can't be that Shoemaker il unkind
to your"
" Not exactly" she said, choking back
her grief by great effort, " buthe doesn't
seem 10 care for my feelings"
" He doesDty"
"No. have not taken an hours com.
fort since we were married, and | never
expect 10 while j live"
| sighed heavily. 1t was my duty 10
sigh heavily. i didn't 90 beyond that, tor
when woman has anything to say she
will say II If time IL given her.
No, We can't agree" she finally con
tinued. a." | was always learned 10 hang
the broom behind the door, and Dexter
insists that IL should be stood on end in
the corner, and be won't give up. I've
stood II and stood IL, and, though / some.
times think my heart will bresk, suppose
i shall liDger along and carry my grief 10
my coffin p
shoemaker ~ In the wrong said,
after due reflection - All the histories
ever read, all the reports of excavations at
Pompcii, all the newspaper articles about
the household discipline of dukes and
lOpds, convince me that the broom should
be hung behind the door"
But he WON'T believe it--he won't
Yield ~ she sobbed. II must put up with
1t, suppose, but II is hard to bear, and
know full well that II will shorten my life
by yearsn'
know Of other martyrs around me, and
ii had time could sit down and grirve
AWAY six evenings out OF seven. The
neighbor on the left IL slowly but sorely
perishsng because his wife insists that bhe
gate should open toward the street, when
he knows that all aristseratic gates swing
toward the house. Il e neighbor on the
right, or his wife, cannot be happy be-
cause her husband will insist on buytag
door mats with blue center, when she
has told him almost every day for twenty
seven years that people Of good taste ig-
more any door-mat whirh, has blue GEN.
ter.
sm not martyr myself, ~ i said at
the start, but still when remember that
for twenty long years haze insisted that
our snow-shovel should be painted red,
and Mrs, Quad has ohstinately contensisd
that the color should be sky-blue, feel
that nothing but tins tomb can give me
peace. =" N. Qa0d," in N. y. Graphic.
Warm Underclothing.