The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1877-03-01
Marrying nm Editor.

kpPSVVi llOuti iI"Ii, uuV hO "'Nol
brings a pile Of exchanges, which is
not limited by the length ofhis arms,
land reads, while | patch the knees
saad elbows Qf Paptalosns aud e0at,=
After we nave nad auakerS meet
ing ofan hours length, break the
stiffness by asking:
''Mr Snow, did you order that coal
spoke to you about?"
"What did you say my dear?" he
asks, after few minutes silence.
"Did you order that coal l spoke to
you about?p
Indeed, my dear, am sorry, but
/ forgot all about it, 1t shall come
tomorrow"
Another hours silence, which is
relieved by the baby's crying; and,
rather likinn a noise of that sort, 1
make no effort to quiet him.
MY DEAR" said Mr.. Snow, after he
has cried a minute or so, you had
better give the baby some catnip tea
to quiet him; he troubles me-"
The baby is still. Another hour
passes without a 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. Tow
ard midnight he comes to bed, and
just as he has fallen to sleep the baby
takes a notion to cry again. l rise
as quietly as possible, and try to still
him. While am walking the room
with small Snowdrop in my arms,
our. .next-a boy of three years-be-
gins to scream at the top ofhis lnngs.
There is no other course but to call
Mr.. Snow; so | said:
"Mr. Snow! Mr.. Snow"
The third time he starts up an
cries, 'AYhat Toni more copy?"
As'thOugh l was Tom-that little
imp running about the Office. | re-
ply tartly:
"No, | don't want any more copy;
l have had enough of that to last me
my life timcl l want you to see
what Tommy is crying about"
Mr.. Snow makes a desperate at
tempt to arouse himself; as Tommy
stops to take breath he falls asleep
again, leaving me to pace the room
in as much vexation as | can com
fortably contain. The next morn
ing at breakfast, when give Mr..
Snow an account oflast nights troub-
les, he says:
"Indeed my dear am very sorry
the children trouble you"
This is always the way, If com
plain, it is, Indeed | am sorry"
But should the very same thing
occur the subsequent night, directly
before his eyes, very likely he would
not know anything about it, unless
it happened to interrupt his train of
ideas. Then he would propose cat
nip tea; but before can get it into
the infants stomach, he will be far
away into the realms of thought,
leaving me not little vexed at his
stupidity.
He knows the name of every news.
paper published in England or the
United States, but he cannot, for the
life of him, tell the name of his chill.
dren. He knows precisely the name
of every American journal, but he
docs not know the age of his own
baby. He knows how every contrib
utor looks, but do not believe he
can tell whether my eyes are black
or blue.
They say, Mr.. Snow is sgctting rich.
All | know is, he gives me money to
clothe our boys, and that, too, with.
out a complaint of poverty, l hope
the worlds opinion is right and when
| am satisfied it is, | shall advise him
to resign his editorial labors and
spend few months in becoming ac-
quaintcd with his wife and children,
! The little ones will feel ilattered in
making the acquaintance of SO liter
AIRY man.
A Judge in Charleston, few days
ago, asked the old darkey at work in
his room what made him so slow
about building the fire The aged
African replied: "Fact is Judge, dar
is no conl down stairs Tse bprn nm