The Van Buren press., 1876-07-04
MISCELLANY.
The Editors Wife

vile. l we'll remember the day When Mr.
Snow asked me to become his wife.
confessed liked Mr. Snow, and, think
ing it would be a very fine thing to be
come the wife of an editor | sud yes al
pretty as knew how, and heeane Mrs
Snow. have seen ten years Unmarried
life, and find my husband to be in amia
BILE, good natured man. lie always
spends his evenings at homo, a,d is il
that respect a model man, bnt he always
brings pile of exchanges, which is oni,
limited by the length of his AIMS, ane
reads while ipateh the knee and elbows
Of our psntaloons and coat. Mter VIZ
have had Quaker's meeting of IA hour.
lengts, ] break the silence by asiing:
Mr.. Snow, did You order sslseoal
spoke to you about s'f.
What did you say, my dear?' ht
asks. after a few moments silence
" Did you order that coal | spoke te
you about Y
!" Indeed, my dear, l am sorry, but
forgot all about it,
Another honr's silence which is relei
we'd by the baby's crying, and rather
liking to hear noise OF some sort, ]
made no effort to qffiet ai.al.
My deai, says Mr. Snow, after he has
cried minute or so. you had better give
the baby some catnip tea to quiet him
oe troubles me.
The baby is still, and another houl
passes without a breath of noise BE.
coming tired Of silence, l take a lamp
and retire for the night, leaving Mr.. S
so engaged with his paper that be does
not see me leave the room Towards
midnight he comes to bed, and just as he
has fallen asleep, the baby takes anotion
to cry again. | rise. as quietly as posi-.
bic, and try to still him. While | am
walking in my sleep with young Snow,
in my arms. our next--a boy Of three
| years-begins to scream ut the top Of his
voice. There is no course but to call
Mr. Snow, SO ] call out
g Mr. Snow! Mr. Snow.'
The third time he starts up and cries,
Justify
"What, Tim, more copy p
"As though | was Tim, that little imp
running through the Office? | reply
rather tartly:
No, | don't want any more eopy-l
have had enough of that to last me for a
.fetime-l want you to see what Tommy
is crying about
Mr.. Snow makes desperate effort to
rouse himself as Tonic stops to take q
breath he falls asleep again, leaving me te
pace the room in as much vexation as
can eoutain. The next morning, at the
breakfast table, when | gave Mr.. Snow
an account of last nights adventures. ht
replies:
Indeed, my dear. am sorry the chill
dren troubled yoG -,y,tn
plain, it is, b" Indeed, my dear, am yer,
sorry But should the same thing oc.
cur the subsequent night, directly before
his eyes, very likely he would not see or
know anything abont it, unless hap
pened to interrupt his train oiideas Then
he will propose catnip tea; but before
can get it to the infants stomach, he will
be far away in the realm of thought lea.
wing me not a little yexed at his s.upd-
ty.
Mr.. Snow knows The nature of every
paper in England and the United States
but he cannot, for the life of him, tell tht
names of his children. He knows pre-
cisely the years of every American jour
nal, but he does not know the age of hi'
baby. He knows how every contrbu
tor looks, but | do not believe he knows
whether my eyes are black or blue.
They say MIR. Snow is getting rich All
| know is, he gives me money to cloth
our boys, and that, too, without com
plant of poverty. J hope the world i
right in its opinion, and when | am salts
fed that it is, shall advise him to re
sign his editorial honors, and spend
few months in bechming acquainted wit
his wife and children. The little one
will feel much honored in making the ac
quaintance of so literary man.