The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1876-08-31

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husbands have kept from them; and
indeed, If it were not this want ol
confidence business between husband
and wife, we fear the novel writing
branch Of industry would be driven
back to first principles, and our mod.
ern books wo lid be done up in the
Lord Mortimer and Charlotte Temple
style.
If a man selects a woman out Of all
the world of women for wife, she
should be worthy to share his conf
dence. Young man, there should be
no earthly interest so near your heart
as the happiness and welfare of her
who bears your children, who keeps
your home, who wears your name,
and yields to you those rights and
privileges to which the marriage
covenant has entitled you.
1t is always best tina: in pecuniary
matters your wife should be thorough
ly informed. Let her know the ex-
act amount of your income and your
resources, that she may regulate her
expenses accordingly, and thus avoid
running up bills and the indulging Of
extravagan, fancics. Not one woman
out of ten would exceed her hus-
bands income, if she knew just ex-
actly how his affairs stood, and what
would be the consequences Of such
excess. The old bonnet and shawl
would he worn another year, and the
mill stone of debt and interest would
not be hung around the neck Of the
family "breadwinner."
Female vanity is not half 80 black
as it has been painted.
And then we come to behavior at
home and to personal appearance. A
woman's love, when new, needs some
cherishing to keep up. When you
went courting your wife, you were
very particular about the tie Of your
cravat, and the fit Of your boots, and
the parting of your hair. We dom,
imagine you ever swore in her pres
ence, or left the marks. Of tobacco
juice on her fathers parlor carpet.
You used to carry her flowers and
books, and other trifles; but trifes
make up the happiness or misery Of
life, and are worth attending to. You
were never out of humor then; every
thing she did was perfection. She
was an angel in hoop skirt and
crimped chignon.
You talked your best to her, smiled
your prettiest smiles, and flew to pick
up her handkerchief, and we're ready
on every occasion to "die for her." at
command.
How is it now?
You come home tired and cross.
Your clerks have been idle and saucy,
some bank which held your securities
has failed; somebody's note with
your name on it as indorser has gone
to protest, and Of course you feel out
of sorts.
Your wife has had jnst as uncom-
Portable day as you have had.
The coal has been full of slate, the
cook has given warning and left in a
q huff, the cistern has sprung leak,
baby has had an attack of the collie,
and cried all day, and your wife,
weary as man is nerer wearied, with
the heavy fretful baby on her arm,
and her head aching "it to split" has
got supper together as best she could,
and pours out tea and buffers the
toast with one hand.
The tea is smoky-you say SO.
The toast is burned black you men
ticn that fact also, and very likely en-
large upon the subject by referring to
the splendid toast your mother used
to make, or to the wonderful bread
of Mrs. Jones over the way. Jones
is your partner. and Mrs. Jones is
frequen.y .nstanced as q model
housekeeper.
You kick your boots off where it is
most convenient, and throw your
soiled paper collar on the sofa. and
wonder "what in the deuce does ali
that baby?"
BY this time your wife has caught
the infection-she is cross. She
picks up your boots with energy, te
speak mildly, and you elevate you
eyebrows and ask her "what has 60
her back up to such rate"
Young husband, remember that 20,
promised to love and cherish her
Remember that you took her from
happy home, and from friends VIII
loved her, and brought her to you
home 10 find her happiness.
The crying child which annoys you
is yours as we'll as hers. 1t is just a
much your duty to care for it ant
soothe it as it is hers. But for you
would never have had an existence
| In pain, and jeopardy of her life, sh
brought it into the world for you; i
care and anxiety she watches over /
day by day, and every cry it utter
goes to her heart-the tender moth
| er's heart, which is ever full of sym
pathy and love for her child.
| She attends to your wants; sh