Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1880-05-08

question is even still before the
American people, shall we have an
old bachelor president
What are we coming to?
Mr.. EDITOR: Not long since 1
read a piece entitled: ''How Mar
ried Woman Goes to Sleep" Some
cross-grained, dyspeptic old bach
elOr wrote that, and many men,
married and single, have read il
and laughed over it, but the mar
ried ones know Wen enough that il
is by no means a true picture. Each
one knows who shuts the cellar
door, carries up water, and does
other drudgery at his house; and it
is not his majesty either.
Now let me tell you how mar
rfed man passes an evening at home
when it is storming so violently
that he can't go anywhere else. l
would not dare TO tell you how he
growls and grumbles at the tea-ta-
BILE, for then you would not think
him so perfect gentleman.
All day long he has been freezing
to give somebody tongue lashing,
and now he is at home, monarch of
all he surveys. Whom has he a
better right to rear at, swear at, and
blame generally, than his 6eIooed
wife? .....
True, she was not up town, there
fore could not prevent Jim SnOOdle's
spilling coal oil in his bran new wa
ter-can nor could she hinder Pat
from dropping that box of fancy
glassware and making smash OF
the contents. Neither was she to
blame for his lOrdship allowing a
country chap to palm off counter
felt five dollar bill on him, taking
twenty-five cents worth of calico
and four dollars and seventy-five
cents in silver change.
The country chap had left town
before he learned his mistake. Pat.
is the best porter in town, and asks
less per month by at least one dol
lar. Little Jim is the wealthy Mr..
GOldman's bound-bOy, and quite IA
favOrite with the old gentleman.
To speak cross to Jim would insult
Mr.. Goldman. ScOlding is out OF
the question. But as he could not
raise a row with any of those who
have ill-used him through the day,
he is happy TO know that at last
he has found some one upon
whom he can vent his spite. After
eating heartily of what he said was
not fit for dog, he rises from the
table, knocks over his chair and
saGnters into the family room, seats
himself in his wife's rocking chair
and commences reading his paper.
After his wife clears off the table,
washes the dishes, sweeps the
dining-roOm and kitchen, sees that
there is no fire in the cOok-stOve,
and draws a bucket of fresh water,
she joins her husband, expecting to
have nice chat with him; but as
soon as she enters, he rises and
throws his paper on the hearth.
His coat lands in her work-basket.
his vest on the floor, one boot under
the table, the other under the bed,
and his pants he hands to her.
Then he starts to the bed, but gets
his feet tangled in something. 81
would just like to know why you
leave" He discovers his vest
around his feet, and as his wife did
not put it in his way, he can say no
more.
She puts his boots and socks to-
gcther, hangs up his coat and vest
and puts away his paper. CHANGING
toward the bed, she sees her hus-
baud rolled up like ball in the
bed-clothes, in the center of the bed,
with both pillows and the bolster
doubled under his head. When she
gets ready for bed, she crawls over
the foOt-bOards and lies down on
the railing with no pillow, and as
she tries to draw the corner of the
coverlet over her, he growls out
"Lie farther. Don't crowd fellow
so this hot night.
ONE WHO KNOWS.
April 25th, 1850.