The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1876-08-08
Marrying an EDITOR.

Yes. TN Mrs. Peter Snow, an edit
or's wife. i we'll remember the day
when Mr.. Snow asked me 70 become
his wife. I confess liked Mr.. Snow,
aud thinking il would be fine thing
I 20 be tho wife OF an editor / said 'les'
as pretty as knew how, aud became
Mrs. Snow. have seen ten years OF
married life, aud fnd my hcsband 10
be an amiable. good-natured-nan. lie
always spends his evenings at home,
and IL in that respect model man; but
be always brings a pile OF exchanges,
which il only limited by the length OF
I his arms, and roads while patch .hc
knees aud elbows of his pantaloons
and coat. After we had Quaker
meeting Of an hours length broke the
silence by asking:
"Mr. Snow, did yon order that coal
spoke TO you about?"
"what did you say, my dear?" he
asks, after q minutes silence.
"Did you order that coal i spoke TO
you about?'
""Indeed, my dear, 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 a noise of that sort made no
effort TO quiet him.
my dear" says Mr.. Snow, after he
had cried minute or so, ''you had
better give the baby some cstnip tea TO
quiet him; he troubles ma"
The baby is still Another hour
passes without breath Of noise. Be-
coming tired. take a lamp aud retire
for the night, leaving Mr.. Snow so en-
gnged with his papers that no does not
see me leave the room. Towards mid
night he comes to bed and just "a he
has fallen asleep the baby takes no.
tion To cry again. 1 rise IA quietly as
possible and try TO still him. Then
another baby begins to scream al the
top Of his lungs. There is no other
course bu, to wake Mr.. Snow, so l
say:
'Mr. Snow! Nr. snowT
The third time he starts up and cries.
"What, Tom, more copy?"
As though / was Tom, the little imp
running about the Office. i reply,
tartly:
"No, don't want any more copy-I
have bad enough of that to last me my
life timei / want yon ~ see what Tom
my is crying about"
Dir. Snow makes a desperate attempt
to arouse himself; as Tommy stops To
taka a hrasth H.. fs,ll-- ~ sleep a6eio.
leaving mo TO pace the room III "a much
vexatiOn as can comfortably contain.
The next morning at breakfast, when L
gave Mr.. Snow an account Of his last
nights troubles. he says:
Indeed. my doar, am very sorry
the children trouble You.
This is always the way. III l COM
plain, il is, "lndeed, 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 |
see or know anything about it, unless
IL happened To interrupt his train Of
ideas. Then lac wonld propose cstnip
tea, but before / can get IL into the in |.
faut's stomach he would be Tar away /
into the realms of thought, leaving Inc /
not little vexed at his stupidity.
He knogs the name of every paper
published in England or the United
States, but he cannot for the life of
him tell the names of his children. He
knows precisely the year Of every
American journal, but be does not |
know the age of his own baby. lie
knows how every contributor looks.
hut 1 do not believe be eau tell whsther
my eyes arc black or blue.
They say Mr.. Snow ~ getting rich.-
All know is, he gives me money To
clotbe onr boys, and that, too, without
complaint OF poverty. / hope the
world is right in opinion, and when 1
am satisfied it Is, 1 shall advise him to
resign his editorial houors and spend a
few mouths in becoming acquainted
with his wife and children. The little
ones will feel fattered in making the
acquaintance Of 80 literary a man
I Rochester Advertiser.