The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1876-05-11
Fiat Contributor in Cincinnati Saturday Night
Boggs Confdes His Business Affairs to
His Wife.

Boggs read paragraph in the news
paper the other day. advising husbands
to confide their business affairs to their
wives 1t said a great mistake was fire.
quently made by not doing so, and that
many a man might have saved himself
from ruin by adopting the plan suggested.
1t is to your wife you must look for true
sympathy when you are in the midst Of
business perplexities. and she is the one
that you should confide in. Boggs laid
down the paper and pondered over the
matter. He hadn't been in the habit Of
confiding his business to Mrs. Boggs to
any great extent, but he began to think
he had made a mistake. But il was a
mistake he would rectify. He wasn't in
the rectifying business, exactly, but he
could rectify a mistake. He would 60
home at once and pour the story OF his
business troubles into Mrs Boggs' sym
psthizing ear.
He went directly to his domestic abode
and found Mrs. Boggs mopping the floor.
1t was wash day she had got the clothes
out on the line and was cleaning things
up. She looked hot and tired, and was
vexed, too, withal because the hired girl
had left that morning without warning.
and she was obliged to do the work
alone.
There you 60, Boggs, tracking the
loor." cried Mrs. B., testify, take that
chair on the hearth there, and | will
fetch you your lunch. Precious little
you'll get this day, and ] all the work to
do"
Boggs fastened 10 perch himself on
the chair, with his feet on the round to
keep them off the wet hearth, and with a
plate on his knee he proceeded to par
take Of frugal meal. lie was thinking
all the time how to begin the story OF
his business troubles lie gave two or
three preliminary sighs, which attracted
Mrs BIS attention, causing her to ejacu-
late:
whats the matter with you? Don {
that cold mutton agree with ye? It's all
you'll get this noon I'll promise ye.
Boggs said the cold mutton was deli
cious In fact, he liked his cold mutton
better cold than hot-that is, too hot.
1t wasn't that that made him sigh; he
had something on his mind.
Mrs. Boggs curiosity was excited, and
she asked him to tell her all about it.
Fact is, said BOggs, I've been think
! ing that / haven't done quite right in
not telling you more about my business
Itis to the wife cried Boggs, flourish
] ing the ululAOu bbilt III y NA
/ ic way. suggestive of deep feeling, that
a man must 90 for sympathy when the
cares OF the world are too many Tor him.
Mrs. Boggs, who had resumed hel
mopping, said he was right; she had al
WAYS told him so. She could sympathiz'
with him in all his troubles if he would
only let her know.
II know it, dear" said Boggs. tendsrly
"and that is the reason i want to tel
YOU about those bonds of your dea
mothers that you gave me to put in th'
bank"
"Yes, dear, said Mrs. Boggs, quickl.
pausing in her labor, and leaning in al
attitude Of intense interest on the mop
handle.
"Well, you see. love continued Mr.
Boggs. Il was going to keep this from
you, but am satisfied a man ought 4
tell his business to his wife. and
go on" said Mrs. Boggs, rather SHARP
ly, an eager light coming into her eye
"go on and tell about the bonds.
well" said Boggs. drumming on tn
empty plate with the mutton bone
"Tripen told me Of a good speculation
he know Of if he only had the money