The Lake Charles echo. [volume] (Lake Charles, Parish of Calcasieu, La.) 1876-1898, 1876-08-10
NEnrylng an editor.

the dRY when Mr.. Snow asked me
10 become his wife. IcouFees /
liked Mr.. Snow, and thinking it
would be fire thing TO be the
wife az an editor, / said d" Yes as
pretty as I knew how, and ] he-
came Mrs. Snow. I have seen
ten sears of married life, and find
my husband TO be mn amiable,
good-natured man. He always
spends bis evenings at home, and
is in that respect n model man
but he always brings a pile Of ex-
changes, which is only limited by
the length of his arms, and reads
while I patch the knees aud elbows
of his pautaloons aud coat. After
we had q Quaker meeting of "u
hours length, I broke the stiffness
by asking:
:" Mr.. Snow, did you order that
coal 1 spoke to you about ?"
What did you say, my dear ?"
he asks, after q minutes oilence.
Did you order that coal that
I spoke to you about?"
Indeed, my dear, I am sorry,
bat l forgot all about it. 1t shall
come Tomorrow.
Another hours silence, which is
relieved 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 be has cried a minute or so,
you had better give the baby
some catnip tea to quiet him ; lie
troubles me"
The baby is still, Another hour
passes without a breath of noise.
Becoming tired | take IL lamp and
lotire for the night, leuvjug Mr..
Snow so engaged with his papers
that he does not see me leave the
room. Toward midnight be
comes to bed, and just as he has
fallen asleep the baby takes "a no
ton to cry again. I rise rs qn1et-
" as possible and try to still him.
Then another baby begins to
scream at tie top of his lungs.
There is no other course but to
awake Mr.. Snow. so | say:
Mr.. Snow ! Mr.. Snow
The third time no starts up and
cries, What, Tom, more copy!'
AS though I was Tom, tho little
impluuning about tho office. l
reply tartly
No, 1 don't want any more
copy-I have had enough of that
TO last me my lifetime / want Won
to see what Tommy is crying
about"
Mr.. Snow makes desperate at
tempt to arouse himself as Tom
my stops to take q breath be falls
to sleep again, leaving me to pace
the room in as much vcxation % |
can comfortably contain. The
next morning ut breakfast, when l
give Mr.. Snow an account of his
last nights troubles, he says
Indeed. my dear, am very
sorry the children trouble you"
This is always the way. If |
complain it ~, Indeed, ! am very
sorry"
But should the very same thing
occur the subsequent night direct
ly before his eyes very likely he
would not see or know anything
about it, unless it happened to iu-
terrupt his train OF ideas. Then
he would propose catnip tea, but
before / can got ii into the infants
stomach be would be far away iuto
the realms of Thought, leaving me
not a little vexed ut his stu
pidity.
He knows the pane Of every pa
per published in England or the
United States, but he can not for
the life OF him tell the names 81
his children. He knows precisely
the year of every American jour
nal, but ho does not know the age
Of his own baby. He knows
precisely how every contributor
looks, but / do not believe he can
tell whether my eyes are black or
blue.
They say Mr.. Snow is getting