, 1876-01-15
Court.hsp After Marriage.

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Court.hip After Marriage.
Now this is what call comfort" said
Msdgc Harley. IS she sat down by her neigh
boris fire one evening"; here you are at youl
sewing. with the kettle steaming on the hol
and the tea things on the table, expecting
every minute to hear your husbands step
and see his kind face look in at the door
Alb if my husband was but like yours,
Janet"
"He is like mine in many of his ways
said Janet, with a smile (" and if you will
allow me to speak plainly, he would be still
more like him if you would take more pains
to make him comfortable" "What do you
meant !" cried Mndge. sour house is as
clean as yours; mend my husbands clothes
and cook his dinners as carefully as any
woman in the parish, and yet he never stays
at home of m evening, while you sit here by
your fire, night after night, as happy as can
be. " su
GAS happy as can be on eartl,,' said her
friend, gravclv; "ycs, and shall tell you
the secret of it, Madgc2"
Il wish you wonld," said Madge, with a
deep sigh, 1T t'smiscry to live as do now"
Well, then" said Janet, speaking dis,
tincty and slowly, ~ let my husband see
that love him still and that learn every
every day to love him more. Love is the
chain that binds him to his home. The
world may call it folly, but the world is not
my law-giycr.'
And do you really think" exclaimed
Malge in surprise, that husbands care for
that sort OF thing1"
For love- do you mean'" asked Janet.
Eyes they don't feel at all as we do, Janet,
and it don't take many years OF married lite
10 make them think oi wife us q sort Of mail-
oEall.work."
.A-iil.,l, stu.' --ss Mrs Mutesn, 'N''s,oH
ing IL won't allow you to sit in Villains
chair and talk So"
"No, because your husband is different,
and values his wife's love, while John cares
for me only rs his housckeeper.'
~ don't think that" said janet, :" al.
though know that he said to my husband
the other day that conrting time was the
happest in mans life. William reminded
him that there is greater happiness than
that. even on earth, ii men but give their
hearts to Christ. | know John did not altei
his opinion, but he went away thinking OF
his counting time as a joy too great to be
exceeded"
"Dcar fellow" cried Madge, smiling
through her tears;"l do believe that he
wos happy then. I remember used to
listen tor his steps as sat with my dear
mother by the fire, longing for the happi-
ness OF seeing him"
"Juot So" said Janet; " do You never
feel like that nowf
Malge hesitatcd
well no, not exactly"
"And why notl"
ooh, don't know" said Mndgr; "mar
ricd people give up that sort of thing"
"Love, you meant" asked Janet.
"No. but what people call sentiment
said Mrs. Harley.
"Is longing to soc your husband aenti-
meutsl| replied Janet
But some people are so ridicu'ously
foolish before Others" reasoned Madge,
"That proves they want sense. | am not
likely to approve of that, as William will
soon tell you; all want is that wives should
let their husbands know that they are still
owed"
"But men are so vain, " said Madgc,
THAT it is dangerous to show them to much
attention"
"Oh, Madge, what are you sayingf
Have you, then, married with tho notion
that it is not good for John to bclive that
you love himl' l.t r..
mo, but it is not wise to show that you
care too much for them,
"say ~ and him;' do not talk of hus-
bands in general, but of yours in partic'
ular "
"Hc thinks quite enough of himself al
ready, assure you"
"My dear DIadgc," said Janet smiling,
" would it do you any harm to receive a
little more attention from yonr husband e. |
"Of course not l wish he'd try and
Mrs. Harley laguhed at the idea,
"Thcn, you don't think enough Of your.
self already! And nothing would make You
you vain, suppose :"
Madge coIore,, and all the more when she
perceived that William Mntson had come in
quietly and was now standing b,hind Ju.
nets chair This, Of course, pat an end 10
the conversation. Madgc retired to her
own home to think Of Janct's words, and to
conf SIS secretly that they were wise. Hours
passed before John Harley returned home.
lie was pan OF good abilitios, and we'll.