Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1881-09-22
A Matter Of Business.
Brooklyn Easls.l

Brooklyn Easle.l
"You were out late last night,
dear" said Mrs. Breezy, taking her
seat at the breakfast table and fun.
bling ~nervoesly with her fork.
f"0h, no." said Mr.. Breezy, 'it
wasn't late. You see, darling, you
were fast asleep when l came in,
and"
mo, Mr.. Breezy, | was not asleep;
but, as you say, it was not late for you.
Nothing would convince you that the
clock struck three as you closed the
hall door. Of course business de-
tanned you, my dear. 1t is wonderful
how much business a man will find to
transact after midnight, but Of course
we women know nothing about such
things. We never can understand
you men, can we, dear?
I'VE are always imagining all sorts
Of horrid things when you happen to
stay away a day or two without send.
ing US even a line. Women are SC
nervous, are they not, dear? What
silly creatures we are, to be sure. Il
we would only go to bed, and 20 tc
sleep, it would save US a world o.
trouble, wouldn't 1t, dear2 We might
know you great strong men eau take
care of yourselves. If you are Oh.
liged to sit up until 2 or 3 o'clock IN
the morning talking business with
your customers, it is really ~ungrateiul
in US to complain, for Of course you
have the worst Of it, don't you, dar.
ling2 How it must have bothered
you, and how tired you must get, and
think that it is all for our sakes.
When you come tottering home SO
tired that you can hardly get up stairs
and throw yourself on the bed with.
out even the strength to remove your
boots we should appreciate your de-
votion in thus laboring to support us.
Now, last night, dear, when you STUN
bled over the rocking chair, and found
yourself obliged ID cling TO the head
board to support your weary form, you
presented a really sad example Of the
overworked husband and father.
When your shattered nerves caused
you to upset my fresh bottle of col
ogne, and TO scatter the contents OF
my work basket over the floor, you
really looked the typical martyr Of
married lite.
"0fcourse you do not remember it,
dear. You were too tired and worn
out with that horrid customer to re.
member anything. What a dry, stupid
time you must have talking business
up to 3 o'clock in the morning.
would really imagine you had expert
eneed a severe illness If | didn't know
it was those terrible rAcking business
cares which pull you down 10. | 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 yourself so closely
70 business. 1t is killing YOU" and
Mrs. Breezy's mouth curled into a
decided sneer as she dug a tablespoon
into the fried potatoes.
But, my dear" said Mr.. Breezy,
making a heroic effort TO swallow a lit.
tie Of the steak. 1T was a most i'm.
portant engage
"0f course it was" said Mrs.
Breezy, as she poured out a cup Of
coffee with trembling hand. "0f
course it was, love. Your engagements
are always important. They will
never keep over until morning, never.
What if these engagements-these
very important engagements-do occur
hve or six nights out Of the week. II
IS a sign Of your prosperity. Should
l complain il you find yourself Obliged
to meet your customers at theatersau
concert halls, and at poker parties in
out Of the way hotels? No, dear, you
are obliged TO adapt yourself to Jour
customers mode Of life. II is all in
the way Of business, and we short
sighted wives are very unreasonable to
suppose for q moment that you fire.
quent such places out Of choice, when
even instinct should teach US that
you much prefer being home in the
bosoms Of your families. You dear,
abused husbands How patient you
are, 10 be sure, with US hdgety, un.
reasoning creatures, aud Mrs. Breezy
back her chair with q jerk aud
EFF the room