Port Royal standard and commercial. [volume] (Beaufort, S.C.) 1874-1876, 1876-04-06
The Editors Wife.

tors wife. I well remember the Gay
when Mr.. Snow asked me to become his
wife. I confess I liked Mr.. Snow and,
thinking it would be very fine thing
TO be the wife of an editor, 1 said yes,
as pretty as I knew how, and became
Mrs, Snow. I have seen ten years OF
married life, and find my husband to be
an amiable, good natured man. DE al,
ways spends his evenings at home, and
is in that respect a model man; but he
always brings a pile of exchanges, which
is only limited by the length OF his arms,
and reads, while patch the knees and
elbows of our pantaloons and coat.
After we have had Quaker's meeting
of an hours length, break the silence
by asking: I'LL ooo, T
spoke to you abouts .,,
What did you say, my dears ne
asks. after few moments silence.
Did you order that coal l spoke to
you abouta ,.7
"Indeed, my dear, am sorry, but L
forgot all about it."
Another hours silence, which Is re-
lieved by the baby's crying, and, rather
liking to hear noise OF some sort, L
make no effort to quiet him.
"My," says Mr.. Snow, after he has
cried minute or 50, "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 I take lamp and retire
for the night, leaving Mr.. Snow so en-
gagged with his paper that ne does NOT
see me leave the room. Towards MD
night he comes to bed, and just as he
has fallen to sleep, the baby takes q
notion to CRY again. [ rise as quietly as
possible. and try to still him. While l
am walking in the room with a young
Snow in my arms, our ne1t-a boy OF
three years-begins to scream at the top
of his lungs. There is no other curse
but to cali MIR. Snow, so I call out:
Mr.. Snow! Mr.. Snow!
The third time he starts up and re-
"What9 Tim, more copya"
As though was Tim, that little imp
running about the Office. Ireply rather
tartly:
"No, don't want any more copy-I
have had enough of that to last me my
lifetime-I want to see what Tommy is
crying about"
Mr.. Snow makes desperate effort to
rouse himself as Tommy stops to take
breath, he falls asleep again, leaving
me to pace the room in as much vexa-
ton as I can comfortably contain. The
next morning at breakfast, when l gave
Mr.. Snow an account of last nights ad-
venture, he replies:
"Indeed, my dear, l am sorry the
children troubled you.
This is always the way. II even
complain, it is, "Indeed, my dear, am
very sorry"
But should the very same thing occur
the subsequent night, directly before his
eyes, very likely he would not see or
know anything about it, unless it hap
pened to interrupt his train of ideas.
Then he would propose catnlp tea; put
before I can get it into the infants stom'
ach, he will be far away into the realms
of thought, leaving me not little ve1ed
at his stupidity.
Mr.. Snow knows the nature OF every
paper published in England and the
United States, but he cannot for the
life of him tell the names OF his chill.
dren. He knows precisely the years OF
every American journal, but he does not
know the age Of his own baby. he
knows how every contributor looks, but
do not believe he can tell whether my
eyes are black or 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. l hope the worio
is right in its opinion, and, when l am
satisfied it is, l shall advise him to re-
sign his editorial honors,> and spend 9
few months in becoming acquainted
with his wife and children. The little
ones will feel much fattered In making
the acquaintance of 80 Literary man.