Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1876-03-11
MARRYING AN EDITOR.

tors wife. I, we'll remember the. day
when Mr.. Snow asked me to become
his wife. I confess I liked Mr.. Snow,
and thinking it would be fine thing TO
be the wife of an editor, I said yes a.
pretty as I knew how, and I became
Mrs. Snow. I have seen ten yearssof
married life, and find my husband to be
agood- man, He always spends
his evening at home, and il in that res
pect model man; but he always brings
q pile Of exchanges, which is only linn
tied by the length OF his. arms, and
reads, while patch the knees and ell
bows of his pantaloons and coat. AZ
ter we have had a quaker meeting OF an
hours length break the stiffness by
asking: < s5 ,fs .....
"Mr Snow did you order that coal I
spoke to you aboutr" sa :.
=" What did you say, my dear?" he
asks after few minutes silence . i..
! r" Did you order that coal!I spoke to
you aboutp'' -.
I" Indeed ,.my dear, I am sorry, but
forgot all about It,. It shall come to-
morrow" 5jj5aE'7gc1 n ssa.i
Another hours silence, which is re-
lieved by the baby's crying; and, rath-
er liking.a noise..of that sort, I make no
effort..to quiet him, ' + ..',' ss --.'
MY DEAR" says Mr.. Snow after he
has cried q minute or 90, "you had
better give the baby some catnip tea to
quiet him; be troubles me-"
The baby is still another hour passes,
without a breath of noise. Becoming
tired, I take'a lamp and retire for the
night, leaving MIR. Snow so engaged
with his papers that he does not see mo
leave the room. Towards midnight he
comes to bed, and just as he has fallen to
sleep the baby takes notion to cry
again. rise as quietly as possible and
| try to still him. While am walking
the floor with O small Snow in my arms
our next-a boy Of three years. begins
to scream at the top Of his lungs.
There is no other course but to call Mr..
Snow; SO I say: bas a 4ao
"Mr. Snowl Mr.. Snowl'
The third time he starts up, and cries,
"What, Tom! more copy r.. ''''s s1.s
As though I was Tom, that little imp
running about the Office. reply tart
ly:.ss ss eol sa.asigaa,
"No, ], don't want any more copy
+ have had enough Of that to last me
my lifetime! I want you to see what
Tommy is crying about" ~ i.9s
Mr.. Snow makes desperate attempt
to arouse himself; as Tommy steps to
take breath he falls asleep again, leav-
ing me to pace the room in as much
vexation as / can comfortably contain.
The next morning at breakfast, when |
give Mr.. Snow an account of my last
nights troubles, he says: asg
" Indeed. my dear, I am very sorry
the children troubled you"
This is always the way. II I Iecom-
plain, il is, /" Indeed I am very sorry"
But if the same thing occur the sub
sequent night, directly before his eyes,
very likely he would not see or know
ANYTHING about it, unless it 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 away into the realms OF
thought, leaving me not a little vexed
at his stupidity. '
He knows 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 he does not
know the name of his own baby. He
knows how every contributor looks. but
l do not balieve he can tell whether my
eyes are black or blue.
They say Mr.. Snow is getting rich.
All I know is, he gives me money to
clothe our boys, and that, too, without
complaint OF poverty. I hope the
world is right in opinion and when /
am satisfied it is / shall advise him TO
resign his editorial honors and spend .
few months in becoming acquainted
with his wife and children. The little
ones will feel fattered in making the
acquaintance Of so literary man. g
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