The Arizona sentinel., 1876-05-13
Marrying All Editor.

Yes, I'm MIS-. snow, III cuilOi
wife. l we'll remember the day
when Mr.. Snow asked me to be
his wife. I confess liked Mr.
Snow, and thinking it would be q
fine thing to be the wife OF an edl-
tor, said yes as pretty as knew
how, and / became Mrs. Snow;
| I have seen ten years Of married
life. and find my husband to be a
good man. He always
spends his evenings at home, and
is in that respect q model man
but he alway brings a pile of ex.
changes, which is only limited by
the length OF his arms, and reads,
while l patch the knees and ell
bows of his pantalOOns and coat.
A fter we have had a quaker meet
ing of an hours length. l break
the stiffness by asking: :.
"Mr. Snow, did you order that
coal l spoke to you about?"
"What did you say, my dear 2"
he asked after few minutes ST.
lence.
"Did you order that coal spoke
to you about 2"
|Indeed, my dear, l am sorry,
but forgot all about it. 1t shall
come to morrow"
Another hours silence, which
is relieved by the baby's crying;
and, rather liking a noise of that
kind, I make no effort to quiet
him.
"My DEAR" says Mr.. Snow, af-
ter minute or 80, "you had bet
ter give the baby some catnip tea
to quiet him; he troubles me-"
The baby is still; another hour
passes, without breath of noise.
Becoming tired, | take a lamp
and retire for the night, leaving
MI. Snow 80 engaged with his
papers that he does not see me
leave the room. Towards mid
night he comes to bed, and just
as he has fallen to sleep the baby
takes a notion to cry again. |
rise as quietly as possible and try
to still him. While | am walk
ing the floor with a small Snow
in my arms, our neXt-a boy of
three wears begins to scream at
the top of his lungs. There is no
other course but to call Mr.. Snow;
so | say:
"Mr. Snow Mr.. Snow 7"
The third time he starts up, and
cries, "What, Tom more copy !"
AS though I was Tom, that lit
tie imp running about the Office.
l replied tartly:
"No, I don't want any more
copy-I have had enough of that
to last me my lifetime [ want
you to see what Tommy is crying
about"
MIR. Snow makes a desperate at.
tempt to rouse himself; as Tom
nv stops to take a breath he falls
asleep again, leaving me to pace
the room in as much vexation as
/ can comfortably contain. The
next morning at breakfast, when
T give Mr.. Snow an account Of my
last nights troubles, he says:
"Indeed, my dear, am very
: sorry the children troubled you. "
This is always the way. If
complain, it is, Indeed Pm very
sorry"
But il the same thing occur the
subsequent night, directly before
his eyes, very likely he would moi
, see or know anything about it,
unless it happened to interrupt
his train of ideas. Then he would
, propose catnip tea; but before
, can get it into the infants stom
!. ach he will be far away into the
, realms of thought. leaving me no
. a little vexed at his stupidity.
!. He knows the name of every
: paper published in England o.
Y the United States, but he cannot
4 for the life of him, tell the name
: of his children. He knows pre-
+. cisely the year Of every American
g journal, but he does not know tn
name of his own baby. He know
how every contributor looks, bu
: 1 do not believe he can tell wheth
9 er my eyes are black or blue.
= They say Mr.. Snow is gettinl
h rich. ALI know is, he gives M
IS money to clothe our boys, AM
= that, too, without complaint Q
IS poverty. I hope the world
;. right In opinion, and when l ar
J. satisfied it is, 1 shall advise hiI
1t to resign his editorial honors, an
!. spend a few months in becOmin
- acquainted with his wife and chi
n dren. The little ones will fet
/. f1attered in making the acquain,
o1 ance of so literary man.
ls
D.