Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1876-01-20
MARRYING AN EDITOR.

eyes, I'm Mrs. Peter Snow, an edi
tors wife. | well remember the da,
when Mr.. Snow asked me to become
his wife. l confess | liked Mr.
Snow, and, thinking it would be very
fine thing no be the wife of an editor,
said yes as pretty as knew how, and ]
became Mrs. Snow. / have seen ter
years Unmarried life, and find my hus.
band to be an amiable, good.natured
man. He always spends his evenings
at home, and is in that respect, mode
man; but he always sbrings.a pile .o1
exchanges, which is only limited by
the length of his arms, and reads, while
| patch the knees and elbows Of oul
pantaloons and coat. After we have
had a Quaker meeting of an hours
length, I break the silence by asking
"Mr. Snow, did you order that coal I
spoke to you about"
"What did you say, my dear?" he
asked, after few moments silence
did you order that coal spoke
about?'
'lndeed, my dear, am sorry, but
forgot all about it. 1t shall come tos
morrow"
Another hours silence which is re-
lieved by the baby's crying, and rather
liking noise of some sort, make no
effort to quiet him.
"My," says Mr. Snow, after he had
cried minute or so, "you had better
give the baby some catnlp tea to quiet
him, he troubles me-
The baby is still; another hour passes
without breath of noise. Becoming
tired of silence take lamp and re-
tire for 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 to sleep the baby takes a
notion to cry again. l rise as quietly
as possible, and try to still him. While
| am walking the room with a small
Snow in my arms, our next-a bow of
three years-begins to scream at the
top of his luEfgs. There is no oth,r
course but to call Mr.. Snow, so l call
out:
"Mr. Snow! Mr.. Snew!"
The third time he starts up and 70,
plies:
"What! Tim, more eopys"
AS though was Tim, that little imp
running abont the office, l reply tartly ::
mo, l don't want any more copy-I
have had enough of that to last me INV
llfetlme-I want you to see what
Tommy is crying about"
Mr.. Snow makes desperate effort
to arouse himself as Tommy stops to
take breath. he falls to sleep aoa;r
leaving me to pace the room in AZ
much vezatlon as I can comfortably
contain. The next morning at break
fast, when gave Mr.: Snow an accout
OF last nights troubles, he said:
'1ndeed, my dear, am very sorry
the children troubled you.
This is always the way. fl com
PLAIN it is, ''indeed I am very sorry"
But should the very same thing oc~
cur the subsequent night, directly be
fore his eyes, very likely be would not
see or know anything about it, unless
1t happened to interrupt his train of
Ideas. Then he would propose catnip
tea; but before can get it into the
infants stomach, he will be far aw.7
into the realms of thought, leaving me
not a little vexed at his stupidity,
lie knows the nature 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 journal, but he does not know
the age of his own baby. He knows
how every contributor looks, but 1 do
not believe he can tell whether my eyes
are black OH blue.
They say Mr. Snow is getting rich. -
All [ know is he gives me money TO
clothe our boys, and that, too, without
complaint of poverty. / hope the
world is right in opinion, and when
am satisfied it is, l shall advise him to
resign his editorial honors and spend a
few months in becoming acquaint ed
with his wife and children. The little
ones will feel fattered in making the
acquaintance of SO literary man.
THIRTY THOUSAND DOLLARS FoUND.
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