New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1878-05-01
HUSBANDS AND WIVES.
MRS. CHARLOTTE E. FISHER.

l do not say the husband is ALWAYS to
blame. The wife often makes home un-
happy; too often both are in fault. Yet
| think the husband is more apt to be-
come careless and neglectful Of little at
tentions soon after marriage than the
wife is. A trusting, loving girl gives up
her freedom forever and goes out from
under the sheltering roof of the old home,
to bless and brighten the new Goes to
be his own in sicknens or health, for s'bet-
ter or worse, until one of the twain shall
rest from all earthly labors.
Before marriage he was all attention as
to his personal appearance; eager to graf
ify her every wish. He admired the rose
bud she selected to wear on her bosom,
but thought his own chosen rosebud
much lovclier. He admired the dress she
wore, the ribbon in her hair, truly she
could do nothing to please him that fail
ed of its objects. And he told all his
love and admiration in actions, and what
was still pleasanter, in words.
Now they are welded, both sure of the
others love. The days are full of light
and joy, she knows shadow can never
darken their home for is she not his
darling; his own happy little wife and
does ne not tell her so every day? She
does not believe any change will come at
ter marriage unless it is greater and more
perfect love and trust. Years pass. Have
they carried the bloom of life with theme
He has business to look after, but he loves
his wife just the same, she will not believe
otherwise. Yet, sometimes when he goes
to his work, with only a hasty kiss and
never once noticing the lily buds in her
hair, or that she has on his fayorite Jewels
sometimes, say, a feeling of disappoint-
ment clouds the Joy in her heart. The
full glory is dimmed. He continues to
grow more neglectfu!. She wears the
colors that used to please him; she strives
to beautify his home in every possible
manner, but he speaks no word of praise,
He even finds fault with her once in
q while; but what pains her most is his
constant indifference, and he has too,
a habit of putting her second In
stead of first in nearly everything.
Occasionally, when he does happen to
notice her he wonders at the worn face
and quiet manners; and doubtless there.
by, she has become Very careless Of home
enjoyments and love. Does he never re.
member the many times gentle woman
stood beside him, lifting the hair from
his brow or parting it with soft fingers, or
caressingiy laying a white hand on his
head. he used to kiss that same hand:
holding it in both his own, and say MANY
kindly things. Now she fingers near him,
but he never lifts his eyes from his book
to the face beside him, or finds one little
word Of endearmentf for his wife.
Oh, if the walls of her room could
speak, would they not echo the words
that had SO often been spoken to them:
"Oh! God, what have done? What have
I failed to do, that life is not as it once
was? Obi have frighted away all the
tender words !; all the caresses that once
were mine2 Oh! why did L not die when
every word and action we're full of lover
Better-far better, to have gone away
from earth ere the bridal roses faded :
than to have lived until my heart calls
out vainly, day and night for the glory Of
departed days!'