Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1876-08-31
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well ssmeHbes thauany wkso Ma Snow
ssksd me p beenne his, Wiz r. con-
Tess ! liked Mr.. Snow, and thinking it
would be = fine thing to be The wife Of
IN editer I ssid 'sYes' as prettily As
Iknew how. and I became Mrs Snow.
! have seen ten yesrs Of married afe,
and end my husband 70 be an amiahle,
good-natured man., He always spends
his evenings At home, and is In that res
'Pect . model man; BUT No always brings
J Piie Of exchasges. which i sesly lin
tied BY the length Of his arms, and reads
while I patch the knees and elbows Of
his pantaloons and coat. Alter we had
a Quaker meeting of an hours length
] broke the stiffness by asking:
"Mr. Snow, did you order that coal
spoke to you about!"
what did you say, my dear:" he
asks. after a minutes silence.
: "Did you order that coal I spoke to
you about;" .l...
"Indeed, my dear, L am sorry, but
! forgot all about it. 1t shall come to-
morrow"
Another hours silence, which is re-
lieved by the baby's crying, and rather
liking . noise Of that sort l made no ef-
fort to quiet him. ...
"My DEAR" says Mr.. Snow, after he
has cried a minute OF so, ''you had bet.
ter give the baby some catnip tea to
quiet him, he troubles me-"
The baby is still. Another hour pas.
ses without breath Of noise. Becom.
ing tired, I take a lamp and retire foI
the night, leaving Mr.. Snow SO engaged
with his papers that he does not see me
leave the room. Towards midnight he
comes to bed, and just as he has fallen
asleep the baby takes a notion to cry
again. rise as quietly as possible and
try to still him. Then another baby be.
gins to scream at the top Of his lungs
There is no other course but to awake
Mr.. Snow, so say:
"Mr. Snow Mr.. Snow 7"
The third time he starts up and cries
"What, Tom, more copy"
As though was Tom, the little inn
running about the Office. Ireplied tartly
"No, ! don't want any more copy
have had enough of that to last me my
lifetime! Iwant you to see what Tom
my is crying about"
|. Mr.. Snow makes a desperate attemp
to arouse himself; as Tommy stops t.
take breath he falls to sleep again
leaving me to pace the room in as mucl
yexation n can.comforaably contain
The next morning at breakfast, when
give Mr.. Snow an account Of his las
nights troubles, he SAYS:
"Indeed, my dear, l am very sorry
the children trouble you."
This is always the way. If com
plain it is, "Indeed, I am very sorry
But should the very same thing occu'
the subsequent night directly before
his eyes very likely ne would not Sc.
or know anything about it, unless i
happened to interrupt his train Of ideas
Then he would propose catnip tea, bu
before can get it into the infant.
stomach he would be far away into thu
realms Of thought, leaving me not lit
tie vexed at his stupidity.
IIC AhoWS TIC udlut VI CNcTN Ddpel
published in New England or the Uni
ted States, but he cannot for the life o
him tell the names of his children. He
knows precisely the year of ever,
American journal, but, he does not know
the age OF his own baby. He know.
how every contributor looks, but dc
not believe he can tell whether my
eyes are black or blue.
They say MIR. Snow is getting rich
All ! know is, he gives me money tc
clothe our boys, and that, too, without
complaint Of poverty. hope the world
is right in opinion, and when am salts.
fed it is shall advise him to resign
his editorial honors and spend a few
months in becoming acquainted with
his wife and children. The little one.
will feel fattered in making the acquain'
lance of so literary man.-Rochesfe,
advertiser.