The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1877-02-15
MARRYING AN EDITOR.

MARRYING AN EDITOR.
Yes, I'm Mrs. Peter Snow, an edl-
tors wife. / well remember the day
when Mr.. Snow asked me to become
his wife. i confess liked Mr.. Snow,
and thinking it would be fine thing
to be the wife Of an editor said Yes
as pretty as 1 knew how, and | became
Mrs. Snow. / have seen ten years of
married life, and find my husband to
be an amiable, good natured man, He
always spends his evenings at home.
and is, in that respect, q model man !;
but he always brings pile of ex-
changes, which is only limited by the
length or his arms, and reads, while l
patch the knees and elbows of panta-
looms and coat. After we have had q
yQuaker's meeting of an hours length,
break the stiffness by asking:
Mr. Snow, did you order that coal
spoke to you about?'
s5sWhat did you say, my dear? he
asks, after a few minutes silence.
did you order that coal spoke to
you about?'
Indeed, my dear, am sorry, but l
forgot about it. 1t shall come to-mor-
row.
Another hours silence, which 10 re-
lieved by the baby's crying; and ,rath-
er liking q noise of that sort, I make
no effort to quiet him.
My DEAR says Mr.. Snow, after he
has cried minute or 30, you had bet
ter give the baby some c&tnip tea to
quie ct him he troubles me-
The baby is still. Another hour
passes without breath of noise. Be-
CO ming tired, take . lamp and retire
for the night, leaving Mr.. Suow 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 to sleep the baby takes
notion to cry again. 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-begins to scream
at the top of his lungs. There is no
other course but to call Mr.. Snow; so
] said:
'Mr. Snowl Mr.. Snowp
The third time he starts up and cries,
'What, Tom more copyr
As though was Tom-that little
imp running about the Office. Ireply
tartly:
No, don't want any more copy l
have had enough of that to last me my
lifetime! want you TO see what
Tommy is crying about
Mr.. Snow makes q desperate at
tempt to arouse himself; as Tommy
etops to take breath he falls asleep
again, leaving me to pace the room in
as much vexation as I can comforte-
bly, contain. The next morning at
breakfast, when | give Mr.. Snow an
account of last nights troubles he
says:
Indeed, my dear, am very sorry
the children trouble you.'
This is always the way. III COM
plain, il is, Indeed, l am sorry
But should the very same thing oc-
cur the subsequent night, directly be-
fore his eyes, very likely lac would net
ss- or know anything about it, unless
it hapra2ed to interrupt his train of
ideas. Then he would propose cstnip
tea but before ( ;Sn get it into the in
fant's stomach, he will he far away IN
10 the realms OF thought, lcsving me
not a little vexed st his stupidity.
He knows the name OF every news.
pa per published in England or the
UhiIed States, but he cannot, for the
life Of him, tell the name of his own
children. lie knows precisely the
year of every American journal, but
he does not know the age of his ewn
baby. lie 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 getting rich.
All know is, he gives me money to
clothe our boys, and that, too, with
out a complaint of poverty. | hope
the worlds opinion is right, and when
I an satisfied it 10, ehali advise bim
to resign his editorial labors and spend
a few mo,ths in becoming acquainted
with his wife sud children. The lit
tie ones will feel FILTERED in making |
the acquaintance OF so literary man.