Buchanan County bulletin. [volume] (Independence, Iowa) 1869-1891, 1877-06-08
Marrying an Editor.

Yes, Pm Mrs. Peter Snow, an edit
or's wife. I well remember the day
when Mr.. Snow asked me me to be
come his wife. I confess l liked
Mr.. Snow, and thinking it would
be fine thing to be the wife of an
editor, l said eyes" as pretty as |
knew how, and 1 became Mrs. Snow.
| have seen ten years of married
life, and find my husband to be an
amiable, good-natured man. He al
ways spends his evenings at home
and is in that respect model man,
but he always brings pile of ex-
changes, which Is only limited by
the length of his arms, and reads
while patch the knees Of his pant
looms and coat. After we had a
Qnaker's meeting of an hours length
l broke the stiffness by asking:
"Nlr, Snow, did you order that
coal l spoke to you about?''
"What did you say, my dear?:" he
asks, after minutes silence.
"Did you order that coal | spoke
to you about?
"Indeed, my dear, | am sorry, but
l forgot all about it. 1t shall come
tomorrow"
Another hours silence, which is
relieved by the baby's crying, and
rather liking noise of that sort |
made 70 effort to quiet HIM.
"My DEAR" says Mr.. Snow, after
he has cried a minute or so, ''you
had better give the baby some cat
MP tea to quiet him; he troubles
me-"
The baby is still. Another hour
passes without breath of noise.
Becoming tired, l take lamp and
retire for the night, leaving Mr..
Snow so engaged with his papers
that he does not see me leave the
room. Toward midnight he comes
to bed, and just as he has fallen
asleep the baby takes a notion to
cry again. rise as quietly as posi-
BILE and try to still him. Then an
other baby begins to scream at the
top of his lungs. There is no other
course than to awake Mr.. Snow, so |
say:
sNIr. Snow! Mr.. Snow"
The third time he starts up and
cries:
'What, Tom, more copy?"
AS though l was Tom, the little
imp running about the office. | re-
ply tartly:
"No, l don't want any more copy
Il have had enough of that to last
my lifetime! 1 want you to see
what Tommy is crying about"
Mr.. Snow makes a desperate at
tempt to arouse himself; as Tommy
stops to take a breath he falls to
sleep again, leaving me to pace the
room in as much vexatlon as | can
comfortably contain. The next
morning at breakfast, when | give
Mr.. Snow an account of his last
nights troubles, he says:
"Indeed, my dear, l am very sorry
the children trouble you"
This is always the way. IT COM
plain it Is ''Indeed, I'm very sorry
But should the very same thing oc-
cur the Subsequent night directly be-
fore his eyes very likely he would
not see or know any thing about 1t,
unless it happened to interrupt his
train of ideas. Then he would pro-
pose catnip tea, but before | can get
it into the infants stomach he would
be far away into the realms of
thought, leaving me not little vex-
ed at his stupidity.
He knows the name of every pa
per 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. He knows how
every contributor looks, but l 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 no money
to clothe our boys, and that too with
out complaint of poverty. l hope
the world is right in its opinion, and
when am satisfied it is l shall ad.
wise him to resign his editorial hon
ors and spend a few months in be-
coming acquainted with his wife and
children. The little ones will feel
fattered in making the acquaintance
of so literary a man.