Connecticut western news., 1877-06-15
My Wife's Editorial.

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 elf were an editor,,o said my wife, interrupting me as 1 was about to read to her my nearly finished paper on the dynamfcs of our social system. ''I would not waste time oyer such hard names and profound researches; would word for the need of the hour, and let the need of the century take a' care of itself.'' sE7ai Eitlt e' tea Precisely what am doing my dear, if you would have but the courage to --isten.-You are. not afraid of-a few hard words ?'' .....-. aa My spouse settled herself in that lit tie easy chair of violet velvet in which she used to assist at the private audi ence, and admonished by the slight tap of her foot upon the, carpet, plunged into my subject. That foot-tap, by the way, is capable of as many interpreta- tions as is the Italian aaltro. It may mean impatience, disapproval, eager ness, embarrassment, or subtly con- veyed criticism, as in the present in- stance, when it said simply "Another p She listened graciously, however, holding once or twice to some deli cately poised distinction but noticed toward the. close that her attention was wandering, and that in the pocket. of F her apron was folded paper, that her hand sought from time to time as the peroration drew near. slAS'I s@1's ss may as we'll confess it at once, be- fore proceeding any further, that am va1 <o ha saI %A stringi Other men may choose to deck their wives in cashmere and velvet |; may gloat over the diamonds in the del- icate ear, or delight in the splendors of grand toilette :; I simply worship my wife's apron, with all the sanctities and sweet home charities it suggests and enfolds. sg frss U ,.5
 So prepared to yield at once, when, at my last word, she answered.: a- "Excellent, although little wordy. But please listen. Here's a letter that came to me this morning. Ever since I took upon me, with fear and tremb- ling, the secretaryship of the Woman E Aid Society, hayen'tI had the heart ache! There seems such an ocean of incompetence everywhere, and so very few rafts! Except for the good it does me to get very angry,a sometimes wish I were out of the whole thing. Then at least I should not hear, when can do so little help. IA
 Just listen to this letter. Notice the old-fashioned handwriting, won't you -the Italian hand of twenty years ago Doesn't that delicate, uncertain hand tell a history?
 knew before opened it what should find, but read it. - as.
 "DEAR MADAM :--As Secretary of the Woman's Aid Society, lay my case be. fore you. My father and mother arc old people, and am their only child. was brought up in every luxury, anC never expected to have to do anything for living. e'7's But my father'ss investments have proved unfortunate; and the failure o. banking house, where his remaining funds were deposited, has brought hin to ruin. Both he and my mother art old, and since his reverses he has growr very feeble. We live in some room over the apothecary's shop, corner O. -and-streets; but I do not know how we can retain them; it takes all my time to wait upon my father and mother
  If had any accomplishment that could make money by I could hire servant; but all that am capable of i little fancy work, and find tha rather hard upon my eyes at present.
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 have tried to get copying from tn, lawyers, but they say my handwriting s is not the kind they use. 1 am nI longer young, and 1 suppose mine i too old-fashioned.
 a I see it noticed in the circular of tn Woman's Aid Society that you strongl, recommend domestic service to womel wanting work. But even if l wer competent, which am not, to under take anything in this department tha requires strength or skill, could no leave my father and mother withotl hiring servant for them, which woul, amount to the same thing as though
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 Dear madam, hope this letter vii be confidential, as 1 am told the trans actions of the Ladies Repository are where the ladies are known by mum bers, and everything is kept secret But l will sign my full name to you.
 IAvINIA voN LEFRHAUsEN. = P. S.-Do please tell me what to do I am almost crazy thinking it all over.
 ''It is well, " said my wife, ''that sfi added that postscript; for when I cam - to the Ladies Repository business,
 was very near putting the letter in tn fire.
 eff ever there was mean, false hyp ocritical delieacy, it is that which en eourages woman to work under falls eolors, and to earn money while pre- tending in elegant idleness to mak fancy work for their friends. I neve had any patience with it. Why shotl
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