Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1881-10-04
"Oh, no." said Mr.. Breezy. ut


but as you say, it was not late for you
Nothing would convince you that tn,
clock struck three as you closed the hal
door. Of course business detained you
my dear. It is wonderful how much
business man will find to transact af.
ter midnight, but of course we womer
know nothing about such things. W.
never can understand you men, can we
dear? We are always imagining al
sorts of horrible things when you hap
pen to stay away day or two without
sending US even line. Women are sc
nervous. are they not, dear? What
silly creatures we are, to be sure. If we
would only go to bed and 60 to sleep. il
wOdfd save US world of trouble,
wouldn't 1t, dear? We might know
that you great, strong men can take
care of yourselves. If you are obliged
to sit up until two or three o'clock in
the morning talking business with your
customers, it is really ungraceful in us
to complain, for of course you have the
worst of 1t, don't you, darling? How
it must have bothered you and how
tired you must get, and think that it is
all for our sakes. When you come tot
tering home so tired that you can hard
ly get up stairs, and throw yourselves
on the bed without even the strength
to remove your boots, we should ap-
preciate your devotion in thus laboring
to support us. Now, last night, dear,
when youstumbled over the rocking
chair, and found yourself Obliged to
cling to the head board to support your
weary form, you presented really sad
example Of the overworked husband
and father. When your shatteredener-
yes caused you to upset my fresh bottle
Of cologne and scatter the contents OF
my work-basket over the floor, you re-
ally looked the typical martyr of mar.
ried life. Of course you do not remem-
Der 1t, dear. You were too tired and
worn out with that horrid customer to
remember anything. What a dry, stu
pid time you must have talking busi-
ness up to three O'Clock in the morning,
and you look so sleepy and tired and
used up this morning. would really
imagine you had experienced q severe
illness If I didn't know it was those ter
rible racking business cares which pull
you down 80. 1 see you have quite lost
your appetite, dear. You haven't even
touched your steak. Now, dear, this
will not do. You must not apply your
self SO closely to business. It is killing
you," and Mrs. Breezy's mouth curfed
into decided sneer, as she dug table
spoon into the fried potatoes.
"But, my dear" said Mr.. Breezy,
making heroic effort to swallow lit
tie of the steak. "It was q most impor-
tant engage"
.'Of course it was" said Mrs. Breezy,
as she poured out cup OF coffee with
trembling hand. "Of course it was,
love. Your engagements are always
important. They will never keep over
until morning, never. What if these
engagements-thesev very important en-
gagenents-do occur five or six nights
out of the week. It is sign of your
prosperity. Should I complain if you
find yourself obliged to meet your Gus
toners at theatres and concert halls and
at poker parties in out of the way ho-
tells No, dear, you are obliged to adapt
yourself to your customers mode of life.
It is all in the way of business, and we
shOrtsighted wives are very:unreasona~
ole to suppose for moment that you
frequent such places out of choice, when
even instinct should teach us that you
would much prefer being home in the
bosoms of your families. You dear,
abused husbands! How patient you
soning creatures" and Mrs. Breezy
left the room.
SHE WAS A POETEsS.
"You may not want any poetry to-
day, sir" said dainty maiden of some
seventeen summers, tripping into the
dramatic editors sanctum, and looking
into his very soul with pair of large
brown eyes. The editor was just put
ting the final paragraph to an editorial
on "Copyright in lis Application to the
Drama" and he was not in poetical
mood but the eyes did the business and
the maiden was politely requested to
take chair.
"To put it very mildly,n said the edi-
tor, 1--WE are not very much in need of
poetry, having still few bushels on
hand, but of course there are poems,"
and he smiled encouragingly upon the
fair applicant.
"Oh, sir, I am so afraid mine are all
but if it won't take up to much
of your time"
"Oh. no; shall be pleased to hear
any you have with you," said the edi-
tor, now fairly captive to the brown
eyes.
The editor was slightly disconnected
when the young lady took from asatchel
q most formidable roll of manuscript.
the first sheet she said:
II hardly know which is the best,
but you shall judge for yourself. Here
is little trif1e," and, leaning forward
across the editors desk, she read what
she called
A PEN DRIFT.