Middletown transcript., 1875-12-25
Marrying an Editor.

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Yes. I'm Mrs. Peter Snow, an edi-
tors wife. we'll remember the day
when Mr. Snow asked me to become
bis wife. confess liked Mr.. Snow,
and, thinking it would be very fine
thing to be the wife Of an editor, | said
yes. as pretty as l knew how, and l
became Mrs. Snow. have seen ten
years Of married life. and End my hus-
band to be an amiable. good natured
man. He always spends his evenings
at home, and is in that respect a model
man; but he always brings q pile of
exchanges, which is only limited by the
length of his arms, and reads, while I
patch the knees and elbows Of panta-
looms and coat. After we have had q
Quaker meeting Of an hours length. I
break the silence by asking:
''Mf. Snow, did you order that coal
l spoke to you about?"
What did you say, my dear 2" he
asks, after few momenta, silence.
Did you order that coal spoke to
you about?'
Indeed, my dear, Pm sorry, but |
forgot all about it. It shall come to-
morrow
Another hours silence, which is re-
lieved by the baby crying, and rathef
liking to hear noise of some sort, l
make no effort to quiet him.
MY DEAR says Mr.. Snow, after be
had cried minute or 30, "yoa had
better give the baby some catnip tea to.
quiet him, be troubles me-
The baby is still; another hour passes
without breath Of noise. Becoming
tired of silence take lamp and retire
for the night. leaving Mr.. Snow SO en-
gagged with his paper that be does not
see me leave the room. Towards mid
night he comes to bed, and just as be
has fallen to sleep the baby takes a
notion to cry again. I rise as quietly
as possible, and try to still bin. While
l am walking the room With Snow in
my arms. our next-a boy Of three
years-begins to scream at the top Of
his lungs. There is no other course
but 70 cali Mr. s, so I GALL out Il
'Mr. Snow! Mr.. Snow!'
The third time he starts up, and re.
plies:
What! Tim, more copy?'
As though was Tim, that little imp
running about the Office. l reply, rather
tartly:
No, / don't want any more copy,
have had enough Of that to last me my
lifetime I want you to see what Tom
my is crying about
Mr.. Snow makes desperate effort to
rouse himself as Tommy stops tostake
a breath. he falls asleep again. leaving
me to pace the room in as much vexa-
ton as can comfortably contain. The
next morning at breakfast when I give
Mr.. Snow an account of last nights
adventure, he replies:
Indeed. my dear, | am very sorry
The children troubled you
This is always the way. If I COM
plain it is indeed, my dear, l am very |
sorry
But should the very same thing oc-
cur the subsequent night. directly be-
Fore his eyes, very likely he would not
zee or know anything about it, unless
it happened to interrupt his train of
IDEAS. Then be would propose catnip
ea; but before ! can get it into the
nfant's stomach, he will be far away
nto the realms Of thought. leaving me
lot little vexed at his stupidity.
Mr.. Snow knows the nature Of every
PAPER published in England and the
United States, but be cannot, for the
ife of him, tell the name Of bis chill
lren. He Knows precisely the years
# every American journal, but he does
lot know the age Of bis own baby He
Inows how every contributor looks. but
do not believe be can tell whether nv
yes are black or blue.
They say Mr.. Snow is getting rich.
III know is, he gives me money to
lothe our boys, and that too, without
complaint Of poverty. I hope the
rorld is right ip opinion, and when l
N satisfied it is. | shall advise him to
esign bis editorial honors, and spend
few months ia becoming acquainted
nth bis wife and children. The little
mes will feel much fattered in making
be acquaintance of so literary a man"
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