The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1877-03-16

Danger Of Marrying an Editor.

Yes, I'm Mrs. Peter Snow, an editors
wife. l well remember the day when Mr..
Snow asked me to become his wife. I con-
tess liked Mr.. Snow, and thinkipgit would
be a fine thing to be the wife of an editor, I
said eyes" as pretty as | knew how, aud /
became Mrs. Snow, have seen ten years
of married life, and find my husband to be
an amiable, good-patured man. lie always
spends his evenings at home, and is in that
respect model man; but he always brings
a pile of exchanges, which is only limited
by the length of his arms, he reads while I
patch the knees and elbows of his panta.
looms and coat. One night after we had
Quaker meeting of an hours length, broke
the stiffness by asking;
"Mr. Snow, did you order that coal
spoke to you about?"
"Wbat did you say, my dear?' he asks
~ few minutes silence.
81 ! you order that coal spoke to you
abop p .s .u ...l -.r.
"i Iced, my dear, am sorry, but for.
cot about it. 1t shall come to NOR.
row. H..... l.
mother hours silence, which is re.
licrcH by the baby's crying; and, rather
liking a noise of that sort, made no effort
% 1u 1T him. l-.
"1iy DEAR says Mr.. Snow, after he has
cr'ed minute or so, "you had better give
the baby some catnip tea to quiet him he
troubles me-" s la
The baby is still Another hour passess
ithout breath Of noise. Becoming tired,
I take lamp and retire for the night, leav-
| ing Mr.. Snow 80 engaged with his papers
that he does not zee me leave the room.
Toward midnight he comes to bed, and Just
as he has fallen asleep. the baby takes .
notion to cry again. / rise az quietly as
| possible and try to still him. Then another
| baby begins to scream at the top of his
lungs There ia no other course but TO
awake Mr.. Snow, so | say eos
"Mr. Snow! Mr.. Snowf'
The third time he starts up and cries,
"What, Tom more copy?'
| As though was Tom, the little imp run
ming about the office, reply tartly:
| "No, don't want any more. have had
enough of that to last me my lifetime.
want you to see what Tommy is crying
| about I- q.
| Mr. Snow makes desperate attempt to
arouse himself; as Tommy stops to take
breath he falls to sleep again, leaving me to
pace the room in as much vexation as can
comfortly contain. he next morning at
4 l. I =, r..
of his last nights troubles, he says:
"Indeed, my dear, am very sorry the
children trouble you."
This is always the way. fl complain il
is, "Indeed, 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 any,
thing about it, unless it happened to inter-
rupt his train ofideas. Then he would pro-
pose catnip tea; but before I can get it in
to 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 pub
lished in the United States or in England,
hut he cannot, for the life of him, tell the
names of his children. He knows precisely
the age 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
I know is, he gives me money to clothe ouI
| -, -
poverty. hope the world is right in it
opinion, and when l am satisfied it is,
shall advise him to resign his editorial hon.
orr, and spend few months in becoming
acquainted with his wife and children. The
little ones will feel hattered in making the
acquaintance of so literary man.-Er
change.