The Saline County journal. [volume] (Salina, Kan.) 1871-1893, 1879-03-20

Newly Married Msn-Wha4 they Have
Fran u Cincinnati rasand Chzunids
Fint. Just married; destined 10 lin
ger in clover, new-mown hay. aad such
heritage from nine 70 twelve months.
Then
Second. Some black, rascally, stormy
night you are turned out into the streets
and ponds and mill-races, or amid snow
eighteen inches deep, and drifting like
blazes, and told to run for the doctor.
When you get home again, eight chances
to ten, little red-dannel looking thing,
about the size Of q big merino potato,
awaits you. They will call it q baby; and
packed up with il you will find the FIRST
squalls of married ife-you can bet on
that.
Third. Paregoric, and soothing syrup,
and catnip tea, and long flannel. and d.
aper stuff, and baby cohc-they will come
along too; in fact they will become just
As much at home in the house - dinner.
Then
Fourth. One of these nights. in The
wee sma' hours ayont the twal'," you will
turn out again. Barefoot, in icy, discon-
s0late sense Of dampuess all about you,
only cotton shirt Of such . matter, be-
tween you and the distressed openness Of
q cane-seat chair, you will distractedly
rock that basy back and forth. and bob it
ND and down, singing. meanwhile, with q
voice like wild OK in . slaughter-yafd:
This thing il playing out, Mary,
Brock o'bye, baby, on a tree-tep," or
some such melody. And all the time
that baby yells. Oh. doesn't he yell
while Mary Ann. up to her nose under the
warm bed covers. to help ont, every now
aad then impatiently puts in, just ct the
wrong place, why don't you trot him
faster, Samuel?"
And you trot him-oh, how you do teot
him! II you could only trot his wind out
90 far that he never could get any Of it
back again, or break his back, or neck, or
something, you would be immeasurably
happy. But no. The little innocent
seems tougher than An lndian-rubber car
spring.
Just a. you are about giving up, con-
Guiding that you must freeze, that there
will certainly have to be a funeral in the
house inside of thirty-six hours, baby
willis from sheer exhaustion, and then,
with teeth SCATTERING like Mccormick
reaper, you crawl in BY Mary Ann and try
to sleep again.
Fifth. Gradually you glide away into a
tangled maze Of ice, camomile, more skat-
ing weather, steam-wbistis voiced babies.
Jockey club, sleigh rides, crinolins i'm
mense as the old bell at Moscow, Indian
ambuscades. NOW storms and forty other
equally cheerful things. suddenly
Sixth. A snort, . thrash. wild throw.
ing upward Of little arms and legs, and
then, keen and shrill, comes that 'ahwaah!
ah-w-a-a-h!" again. guess you wake
up. don't you?
Get the paxegoric and a teaspoon,
quick" says Mary Ann in a sharp, STAG
cato tone, and don't you get it?
In just three-eighths Of second, you
are a Grecian bend out there on the cold
floor dropping paregonc in = teaspoon.
Hurry! Gracious, little Peter describing
diabolical curves with all the arms and legs
he's got, and screaming one hundred
pounds to the square inch, and Mary Ann
rearing around there in tine bed making =
rocking chair of her back, and yelling,
"By, BY O." like . wild Comanche on
the war-path. Oh, no; circumstances are
not such a. to make you hurry any.
And then to think that as days and per-
haps years roll on, there has got to be
more and more yet Of just such distressed
work!